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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 leave—

[mindinthegittern]

Yes, but we don't want you to, so stay.

[abardacttofollow]

We would be sad to know you're not right there, so stay with us.

[twicebonded]

. . .

[draws in a shaky breath]

. . . if you're sure. I feel like . . . you are being far too kind. I haven't done anything to deserve . . .

[mindinthegittern]

[turning to Stefen, putting on a falsely contemplative tone]

Do you suppose the rules of friendship were changed recently to include only strictly businesslike favour transactions? Or is it just that we seem like suspicious folks ourselves?

[abardacttofollow]

We are pretty suspicious, Medren. But I can understand the concern. If two roguish bards claimed close friendship to me because they said they were from the future it'd probably be some extreme pressure, unless they had a clear look at who I was now. Maybe something about seeing my kindness and determination, and willingness to overcome the strangeness of the situation, and generosity if I brought them food and tried to think of what their tastes would be like...

[twicebonded]

Please, enough!

[a breathless laugh, cheeks red]

[mindinthegittern]

Are you sure? We can go on like this for ages yet.

[abardacttofollow]

Literally singing praises.

[twicebonded]

Thank you both.

[mindinthegittern]

You're very welcome. It's no trouble at all.

[abardacttofollow]

Exactly. Go get some sleep, Vanyel.

[twicebonded]

[he rises, a little wobbly, but disappears into the bedroom]

[mindinthegittern]

[softly, as an afterthought, flopping over so his head is on Stefen's knee]

Goodnight...

[abardacttofollow]

Night, Van...

[threads his fingers through Medren's hair, dropping his head forward ._.]

[mindinthegittern]

[pushes up against his hand like a cat]

We should head to bed too.

[abardacttofollow]

Let's sleep.

[mindinthegittern]

I was...

[fake whiny. getting up.]

[abardacttofollow]

You can get into my lap after I'm in a comfortable bed. [winks]

[mindinthegittern]

Why, sir, how forward~!

[it's auto-banter, a little tired, holding out both hands to help him up]

[abardacttofollow]

Always.

[takes his hands]

[mindinthegittern]

[pulls him upright]

Don't I know it.

[abardacttofollow]

[I wonder if Vanyel is eavesdropping]

Better than most. I'll be a better roommate this time, at least.

[mindinthegittern]

You make it sound like I suffered.

[dragging him off to bed]