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WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

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... I am not asking you to walk around naked, boy. I'm asking you to remove your clothes for a few minutes so I can draw the water from them. I'd assumed doing it while they were on your body would feel somewhat violating.

. . .

[a too-long pause, before he steps inside, slowly starting to tug his clothes off. he's at least wearing a t-shirt and jeans, now, as well as a zip-up hoodie, instead of the all-white getup]

Sorry.

[he looks cute in a t-shirt and jeans]

[ humans definitely look better in jeans and a tee than dragon gods do

anyway he heads into the kitchen while he does that. ]

Hm.

[ and given like five minutes or so his clothes maybe have some small wet spots but are. otherwise dry??? not vanyel's body though he'll have to use a towel for that. ]

[yes, he can use a towel. he's fine with that]

[ soft!! fluffy!!

anyway whenever he comes back out again there is a pot of tea on the table. smells nice! ]

[dressed again, towelling his hair, then just. stopping and staring and looking like he's about to cry]

[ stares

what did I do ]

. . .

[sits down heavily, pulling the towel down]

Thank you for your kindness.

[ it's been a very, very long time since he's dealt with a sad kid ]

...

[ very. awkwardly, puts a scaled hand against his hair. and ruffles. while distinctly not looking at him. ]

If you wish to speak I have nothing but time.

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[I mean Vanyel's like almost twenty but sad kid absolutely still applies]

[he makes a little startled noise]

[ you're a kid.

pouring him a cup of tea and sitting down across from him. ]

I'm sorry, I—promise I usually have it more together than this.

I do not make a habit of judging others for their emotions.

[he's silent]

[ that's fine, we can do the quiet thing.

sipping his tea. ]

[sipping tea as well, slowly]

. . . it's hard to get accustomed to it here. I think I'm just . . .

[ looks up, waiting for him to continue. ]

. . . I feel very alone.

I was led to believe it was fairly easy to humans to form new bonds.

[ a pause. ]

But, I suppose that depends on why you feel alone, anyway. It is not as if I have never felt such, either.

[bursts into tears]

[ OH GOD

gently: ]

... Vanyel.

[shaking his head, rubbing at his face with his hands, taking deep gulps of air]

I'm sorry—I'm sorry, I should leave, this is . . .

[ he's clearly feeling-- baffled, his usual irritation, though it's not at all directed at vanyel so much as some weird, deep hurt that he's forcing down. ]

I'm not asking you to leave. You are welcome to talk or cry as much as you need.

[managing to get his shit together, possibly at least in response to those feelings, rubbing his cheek with one sleeve]

. . . I'm—. . .

. . .

I'm not used to being—apart from someone. Our souls are bound together. Being here alone . . .

[ he manages to get it under control quickly enough. now it's just bafflement and vague concern. ]

Ah. That sort of tie.

... I'm very sorry. My abilities do not allow me to ease that hurt.