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[twicebonded]

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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[twicebonded]

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

[voice a little wobbly]

[mindinthegittern]

...

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

[abardacttofollow]

[traitor!! I trusted you]

That would probably be good...

[twicebonded]

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

[mindinthegittern]

Now that's efficiency. Who else wants juice?

[abardacttofollow]

...me...

[twicebonded]

Please.

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

[mindinthegittern]

[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.

[abardacttofollow]

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

[twicebonded]

[HERALD VANYEL IS HELPING]

Thank you, Medren.

[in a scolding tone]

[mindinthegittern]

Thank you, Vanyel.

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

[abardacttofollow]

Thanks, Medren.

[twicebonded]

[blurt]

This is nice.

[mindinthegittern]

[grins and puts like half a croissant in his mouth as a sign of agreement]

[abardacttofollow]

We're good company.

[twicebonded]

I-I'm glad you're aware?

[mindinthegittern]

[chew chew swallow]

Come by any time.

[abardacttofollow]

I meant it as an explanation for this feeling, and about all three of us, but that sounded really vain, didn't it....

[twicebonded]

[against all odds, that gets a sweet laugh out of Vanyel]

It's alright. I agree with you wholeheartedly.

[mindinthegittern]

It's homey. Anyway, Van, you were saying you managed to find a farm and a job?

[abardacttofollow]

[falls silent, listening companionably]

[twicebonded]

Y-yes. Ah, it's small, but there are animals, and a regular small market. As unfamiliar as everything else is, I can be a hired hand.

[mindinthegittern]

That sounds practically restful, by Herald standards!

[abardacttofollow]

Honestly, I'm guessing you need a vacation anyway.

[twicebonded]

I—no, no, I want to help.