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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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[mindinthegittern]

Talking to the manager at LuXe about how he should definitely consider having live entertainment at least one night a week, of course.

[abardacttofollow]

[medren don't sign us up for the coffee shop run by a mass murderer with a murder room in his shop. Not that Stef knows that.]

Aha. And here I was just planning to busk.

[mindinthegittern]

[well he wouldn't if he knew, either!!]

Why not both? I figure the time it'll take to advertise will give us enough to figure out at least a couple sets of stuff in whatever the popular style is around here, even if it's not familiar.

[abardacttofollow]

I'm very available. No dates taken!

[mindinthegittern]

That can't possibly continue for long. He'd be best to book us now while he has his pick.

[abardacttofollow]

[haha I meant no dates though] there are no Bards but us, Medren. We'll do all right.

[mindinthegittern]

I can't argue with that.

[abardacttofollow]

I'm so scared.

[mindinthegittern]

Stef—

[abardacttofollow]

Sorry.

[mindinthegittern]

Don't be, it's an entirely sane response to a less-than-sane situation. Honestly...

[abardacttofollow]

Things were... bad. They were really bad for him toward the end. [which is probably the most Stef has ever said about it] He... deserves a chance to live without all that haunting him.

[mindinthegittern]

You deserve— [frustrated]

I don't want either one of you to have to hurt more over... this. Chance. Reality. Whatever.

[abardacttofollow]

I mean, I don't want that either!

[mindinthegittern]

I know. Sorry.

[abardacttofollow]

I want... I want not to hurt him. And I absolutely hate being hurt.

[mindinthegittern]

[a little wry]

That damned Empathy.

[abardacttofollow]

Oh, to lie more effectively. His Empathy's always had it out for me. Picks up whatever was convenient but never helped him figure out I was in love with him.

[mindinthegittern]

I can't even try to set you two up this time.

[abardacttofollow]

I'm sorry to take you out of your natural state.

[mindinthegittern]

What will I even do with myself!

[abardacttofollow]

I don't know. I half expect you to start matchmaking out of habit.

[mindinthegittern]

I won't! On my honour as a...

...well, anyway, if I slip, you may smack me. I don't want to make any of this harder on you, truly.

[abardacttofollow]

[soft laugh]

I know. I have the utmost faith in your intentions, as always.

[mindinthegittern]

Good.

[a gentle hair ruffle]

I don't blame you for being scared, dear. But... I'm hopeful for you, even with everything.