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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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[ how's that going for you

HE PATIENTLY WAITS near the exit of the store because he figures he can show him to the apartments after this ]

[ he exhales - - very slow, very long, as he watches Gaelio leave for just a few seconds before turning back towards the lake, clenching that bag of Cheetos.

absolutely zero feelings. none whatsoever. who would have those. ]

[ feelings are like muscles

you actually need to use them, asshole ]

[Looks up at him

(through his sunglasses which he is still wearing even though it is full dark). His heartbeat spikes, but he doesn't really move to get up.]

Hi.

I'm going to kiss you. Stop me if you don't want it.

[ he's fine! He emerges a few minutes later dressed in slacks and a shirt and with his other stuff in a bag]

Thanks for waiting.

[Scratches his hand thru his hair, not awkward at all]

[oh, wow, ok. This is happening. Dave can't really get out an 'okay' because his chest is fucking stuffed with heat. He's absurdly grateful Tristan didn't start by asking him to take off his shades even though they're fucking ridiculous at this point. He definitely does not stop him.]

You want to find the cross stitch where the suit was stained and rip it out?

[movesss one of the records to see what happens.]

[ It's a doting big sister thing. ]

Your clothes will get ruined if you leave them be.

I think it's a little bit too late for that.

Where are you going?

[ People with groceries usually head to their apartment to drop them off, not. . . wherever the shiny thing is going. ]

[ he nods, easily, turning then to leave with the expectation Orga will follow. ]

It was no trouble at all. Would you like to see the apartments...?

What the fuck no, I meant I was thinking of it as—

[There is the sound of a record scratch. What happens is they remain where they are in the living room but everything else changes. Dave's bedding disappears from the couch. There's the smell of food coming from the kitchen. It's daytime. There is an honest to god record player on a small table against the wall. It's playing a Snoop Dogg record.

Ambiguously Older Dave walks out of the kitchen while regular Dave has a minor heart attack on the couch.]

Oh, my gog!!

[Oh my god.

Kei is delighted.]

It worked!

[he is so delighted he doesn't even have anything smart to say]

[Orga does in fact totally follow]

The free housing in this 'paradise'? Sure.

[eases down next to him, catching his lips in a light, dry kiss, eyes closed]

[Dave deepens it almost immediately. He's almost dying of eagerness and nerves in equal measure.]

It never hurts to try.

[ Maybe she's being overly optimistic ]

Except when it does.

Are you injured?

It's a bit difficult to believe, isn't it?

[hums, pleased and interested, opening his mouth to that and letting Dave take the lead]

Mmh . . .

[his skin feels actually a little electric to the touch, and there's a steady sense of warmth, a little buzz, a high]

I feel like I'm supposed to be grateful, but it mostly just sounds like a bad joke.

Not anymore. I'm fine, like I said.

Hey - ah, just seeing where this goes?

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