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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 expect we'll have tomorrow. And days after that.

Probably a lot of days.

Let's see that food you brought. I don't suppose the bakers gave any instructions?

Ah—most of it should be just fine cold, I think. We could try to figure out the kitchen, I can look things up on my phone . . .

[he's yawning a little, though, eyelids starting to grow a bit heavy]

Or would you rather I send you to bed with no supper?

[he straightens up a little]

No! It's fine. Anyway, I don't need to take your bed, I can sleep here . . .

That's just asking for a cold, after spending most of the night out in the rain. Medren and I have crashed in the same bed often enough. We were boys together, we're like a basket full of puppies. Let's get that food started.

[he blushes a bit more, but nods. let's try to figure out a microwave]

[SOME BEEPING LATER let's have a 1 am picnic in the living room]

[settles down comfortably next to him, sleepy now but content]

[speaking of sleepy, this guy's wandering out of his room, yawning and rubbing his eyes...]

Stef...? What time is it?

—oh. Vanyel, welcome!

I'm sorry! Did we wake you? I found this little bird lost in the rain so I took it inside to warm up.

[he sputters a little, flushed and flustered]

Medren! I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you . . .

It's quite all right. Am I interrupting?

Not at all. [Moves over to make room between them]

. . .

[moves away as well, quietly making room]

[...I'm the chaperone and meat shield, I see. well, settling comfortably between them, anyway.]

...you made the thing work!

[I don't trust myself and I know what a terrible idea it would be. A bad combination.]

Vanyel's really good at figuring things out.

I did nothing special at all, thank you.

Medren, I'm very sorry for this, I really shouldn't be—imposing—

[slings an arm around Vanyel's shoulders somewhat pointedly]

Nonsense. Don't apologize to a man who's about to shamelessly steal your picnic food.

There you have it.

[he tenses a little at Medren's touch, out of surprise, but forces himself to sag against him after a moment, exhaling]

It's the least I can do.

[waiting until he relaxes, then squeezing his shoulders gently]

Now, that is factually untrue. Explain your offerings.

Everything he brought is really delicious.

It's not like I made them! Ah, this is a quiche, a croissant . . .

[naming off a few different pastries, some relatively familiar, some not so much]

They certainly smell a lot better than the oat cakes in the green wrappers.

[gonna eat this quiche ohhhh yeahhh]