[action] (during the 4th Wall)

Date: 2016-10-28 02:08 pm (UTC)
circumitus: that's because you have standards... and i have a thing for guys that give me free drugs. (my dad brought home flowers)
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[It doesn't take long for Rey to notice that something might be up. Muscovy may be a strange child, but he's had a sort of routine since they first met here. And it's been a few days since she's last seen the kid. No soup deliveries, no stalking on the streets during her regular patrol. Nothing.

[The very real possibility that Muscovy may no longer be around doesn't even occur to her. Not when she still sees his ID on her phone. Turns out these tracking functions are pretty damn useful, after all.

[While she doesn't live here, it isn't hard for her to get inside, be it through Firo or Bianca. Even if she didn't have an invite, she'd find a way to intrude, anyway.

[She's looking down at her phone when she approaches the door to Muscovy's room, still finding his identification in the city's system. Strange.

[Giving the door a few knocks, she calls to him:]


Muscovy? You home?

[Of course, she'll just open the door if he doesn't answer, because she already knows.]

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Date: 2016-11-01 12:26 pm (UTC)
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')
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[While hearing no response, it doesn't come as much of a surprise when Rey finds Muscovy in his room. If she didn't already have her suspicions, she wouldn't be here in the first place.

[Silent, she makes her way into the room, shutting the door behind her before stopping in front of Muscovy on the bed.]


Mind if I sit?

[Obviously something is off. What it is, she can't tell yet.]

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Date: 2016-11-01 01:16 pm (UTC)
circumitus: There's my chippy! (where's my chippy?)
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[Well shit. It isn't every day that Rey is the one who has to carry a conversation. She blinks when Muscovy quickly sidles up to her the instant she sits down. Her arms lift, and she isn't quite sure what to do with them right away, until she finds one tucking around the boy's shoulder to nestle him at her side. Just seems to be the thing to do during a time like this.]

Is something wrong?

[Of course there is, but she'd rather get him to say it.]

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Date: 2016-11-01 02:05 pm (UTC)
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)
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[If not for the story of how Muscovy had met the other Rey, the current one wouldn't quite have a clue about his feelings on flowers. Even now, though, she still isn't sure what the problem is, exactly.]

And?

[That can't be all, can it?]

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Date: 2016-11-01 02:40 pm (UTC)
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)
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[Other than the absurdity of a flower having sentience (but nothing surprises her at this point), Rey still doesn't quite grasp what the problem here is.]

What do you mean, it didn't want to be your friend? Did the flower talk at you or something?

[She's still trying to wrap her head around this concept, because what.]

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Date: 2016-11-01 04:52 pm (UTC)
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)
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It attacked you?

[She looks at him, searching for any sign of physical injury.]

You probably shouldn't pet random flowers. Least of all any talking ones you find here. [Just saying.]

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Date: 2016-11-02 02:30 pm (UTC)
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)
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[If there were more serious injuries, Rey would have certainly noticed by now, if not sooner. As it is, she is relieved to find that Muscovy doesn't show any lasting wounds. None that she can see, anyway.

[Sadly, she's still having a hard time seeing the problem here. But then, she's never had the type of idealistic approach towards any such inanimate object like the one Muscovy presents. So to her it's just damn confusing.]


Flowers don't have feelings. They can't be your friends.

[Blunt as always.]

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Date: 2016-11-06 03:37 am (UTC)
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)
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[While Rey may not be the most emotionally capable person, she isn't blind. She can recognize the fact that Muscovy is going through a Thing real easy just by looking at him and his joyless smile. And something he says strikes a cord that sends an anchor of shame down her throat.]

I won't do any of those things again, okay? So you don't need a flower. That one sounds like an asshole, anyway.

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Date: 2016-11-08 04:38 am (UTC)
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)
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[There is a passing second in which Rey isn't sure what she's even saying. The kid just looks so doleful, though. So lonely that she can't just stand up and leave. It's that same instinct that had possessed her self as Stone to climb into a burning, fallen aircraft to dig out a boy trapped under the corpse of his father, even though she herself was falling apart at the time. She can't deny that part of her that knows that she is wicked, that she doesn't deserve the air she breathes. But when there is something smaller, that can't help itself...

[Well, it's better them than her, isn't it?

[In some twisted way, even her attempts of altruism are rather fucked up.]


...

[After a moment, she brings her other arm around Muscovy into a proper hug. It just seems right.]

Promise.

jhgfjhdf oh no i thought i'd tagged this D:

Date: 2016-11-20 02:34 am (UTC)
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)
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[This response shouldn't come as a surprise, but it does. Rey's instinctive reflexes would be to push him off, put distance between them and get her bearings.

[But she doesn't do that. Maybe she's going soft, or maybe it's something else. Whatever it is, she doesn't dare to dwell on it for long, for fear of what the real answer may be.]


Are you... better now?

[Not sure what else to do, she places a hand over the top of his head.]

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