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estoria2015-05-08 04:00 pm
immobileyes) wrote in estoria2015-05-08 04:00 pm
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one quarter-medusa, a hat on legs, and a bunny walk into a bar--
Who: Mary (immobileyes), Cole (existency) and Zara (sewayaku)
When: Forward-dated to January 3 let's say
Where: A park; Zara and Mary's apartment
What: Mary eventually brings home a boy
Rating/Warning: ... Everyone is adorable I don't know how else to prepare you--
[ Truth be told, Mary's wary of stepping out on her own, after the chaos that had led to a blizzard, her mother's gentle voice and her not-so-gentle laughter as she'd disappeared. No amount of chasing, of begging her to come back had yielded any results, and then had come that man with the monsters--
Even thinking about it now makes Mary shudder, but she'd still had to go to work. And now, returning home, she's being quick about it. Who knew what else was out there, lurking? More angry murderous men in red? Another familiar face willing to leave her behind again?
A...
... Hat?
Mary slows as she passes the park, squinting as though narrowing her eyes will help things make sense. She knows that hat, its owner-- did he really, really like this place? ]
Cole?
immobileyes), Cole (existency) and Zara (sewayaku)When: Forward-dated to January 3 let's say
Where: A park; Zara and Mary's apartment
What: Mary eventually brings home a boy
Rating/Warning: ... Everyone is adorable I don't know how else to prepare you--
[ Truth be told, Mary's wary of stepping out on her own, after the chaos that had led to a blizzard, her mother's gentle voice and her not-so-gentle laughter as she'd disappeared. No amount of chasing, of begging her to come back had yielded any results, and then had come that man with the monsters--
Even thinking about it now makes Mary shudder, but she'd still had to go to work. And now, returning home, she's being quick about it. Who knew what else was out there, lurking? More angry murderous men in red? Another familiar face willing to leave her behind again?
A...
... Hat?
Mary slows as she passes the park, squinting as though narrowing her eyes will help things make sense. She knows that hat, its owner-- did he really, really like this place? ]
Cole?
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[ For the misunderstanding, he means, though with how flustered she gets, he's a bit confused, since he's not sure how to take it. Had he said something good or bad...? He can't sense that he hurt her feelings, so he can only guess it must be something better, but it's still hard to tell. ]
Then, no. I haven't met anyone from my home. But I don't live with my friends. [ A pause, as he thinks about it, then he nods before adding: ] That's right. I don't really live with anyone. I don't need to, so I don't want to bother them.
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[ As this is someone who got adopted by calling someone in the middle of the night in tears over a traumatizing nightmare-- Mary's looking pretty dismayed. ]
Then, you live all by yourself? Isn't that lonely? I know I'd hate having to do that again...
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Not really. I don't live anywhere. I stay where people are. Where they're happy.
[ He looks to the side, though what his gaze falls on in the park is unclear. ]
People like the park. So I like it here too.
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[ No, you can't stay in the park! If you stayed in a forest, that would be different, especially if you had a roof over your head, but she doesn't see any houses built in the park and does that mean he sleeps outside and that's just bad, so immediately after her surprised yelp-- ]
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[ Don't even argue. ]
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...I can't?
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[ She's concerned about him, but he's not sure why. It's nice, since it's the sort of thing that always deeply warms his heart, but it's still a surprise every time. ]
I like the rain. It's soft.
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[ Well, yes. ]
So you should live with me. [ Well, with her and Zara, but still, it's better than living in the park. ]
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It wouldn't be quiet. I'd be listening, hearing, speaking without stopping. Pain twists and turns, crying out for mother, but—
[ His line sets in a thin line, and the fidgeting stops. ]
It's kind. But you don't have to.
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But I still want to.
[ A pause; it's her turn to fidget. ]
Is it too loud around me?
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[ It's not quite an answer, because it's not quite something that Cole can answer. He used the word loud because it was the best way to describe it, since some hurt came to him more readily than others. But for the most part, it was random. Little pieces floating in, and he's the one to grasp them and weave them into a bandage. ]
...If you want, though. I'll come.
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[ But he's still very shy about it, since to him, it's almost a frightening prospect. Living in the attic of the tavern was nice, since the only person that ever really came up there was the Inquisitor. So living with someone else, he thinks that he'll just hide a little more. ]
I don't know where you live, though.
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[ How comforting. ]
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[ He cants his head to the side, like he's reconsidering, but he ends up nodding. ]
If we get lost, I can find the way. It's hard to get lost. There's always a direction to pull, so there's always a way to go.
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I wish I had pull-y directions.
[ Maybe life would be easier. ]
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[ Clearly, this is a surprise to him... He assumed everyone did, but he's also generally surrounded by people with excellent survival skills that don't exactly get lost. So. ]
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[ SHE SUCKS. ]