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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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[ his jaw works, teeth grinding together progressively harder and harder before he speaks again ]

You're telling me why? I'm not interested in you.

[Pauses to grin, abashed again, and rubs at the back of his neck before sighing and walking over to retrieve his shirt.]

Don't get mad. Sorry, I don't have the option to not be interested in someone like you. But go ahead and ignore me if it bothers you.

Waste of your own time.

I have a lot of freetime on my hands, suddenly. Don't worry about it.

[putting his shirt back on.]

Who was keeping you like a pet?

What's that? Wanna go again?

[ raises a fist in a 'let's fight' kind of way. who needs to talk abt shit when we could punch each other?? ]

Pass. It's going to be hard enough to get a job without showing up looking completely worked over.

[ ... people work? ]

. . . whatever.

You have a job yet?

No.

[head tilt]

How are you eating?

Didn't I say to mind your own business?

I'm just looking for tips. If you've been here longer than me, you must know more about this place.

Dunno much.

[ does he really look the type to care abt that now. Really. ]

[Not in the slightest, but it was worth a shot.]

Jeez. Your type is always so worry free.

If you start going hungry, come find me.

And your type doesn't listen. Didn't you hear? Sheep, cattle, dogs. I'm not doing that.

[ juts his chin out a little, a jerking nod for emphasis. ]

[Ha ha.]

Space rats?

Not interested in that either.

Who is, except adults who think they can make a business off the lives of kids with no other options?

Listen, I'm not interested in a pet, and I'm not telling you what to do with your life. But if you find yourself getting stuck, there are ways of making a path.

[ his eyes slide off to the side, narrowing abruptly in a flash of anger before he looks back at orga's face. ]

You can't even put up a good fight against me. You've got nothing I want.

Yeah, it's true. By myself I don't have much. We'd have to work together, for sure.

Yeah? And what're you wanting from me then?

Well, I'm also looking for the place I belong. I got there once, but now I'm here, so I guess I'll need to start again.

Gotta be stronger than that.

Aa, you might be right. I've been able to rely on others for that for a long time.

[Watches his hand and squeezes it into a fist, then relaxes it.]

What do you think? You could train me up, and I could take care of the other stuff.

Don't need any other stuff.