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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 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]

This feels nice.

[makes a soft, startled noise around a mouthful of muffin]

It surely does. Do we have anything to drink...?

[hopefully]

[flustered] Um... Just the bags of juice in the ice box. I'll buy tea tomorrow.

I can show you where to go shopping, if you haven't seen it already.

[voice a little wobbly]

...

[getting up to poke around the fridge, goodbye meat shield]

[traitor!! I trusted you]

That would probably be good...

I've already found a job as well, at the farm . . .

Now that's efficiency. Who else wants juice?

...me...

Please.

[staring quietly at Stef, then quickly and awkwardly at his own hands, flushed]

[sliding back in between them a moment later with three glasses of juice balanced precariously between his fingers]

Somebody rescue me from my juice hubris.

Your generosity has overwhelmed you. [Doesn't help]

[HERALD VANYEL IS HELPING]

Thank you, Medren.

[in a scolding tone]

Thank you, Vanyel.

[shoving the third glass of juice in Stefen's general direction]

Thanks, Medren.