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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

[chasseurdebeaute]

Ah--bonsoir Monsieur Stoïque! I don't mean to startle you--or interrupt.

[endsjustified]

[he bristles so hard for a moment in offense that it would look super funny if he were a beastman, then forcibly smooths himself down into politeness]

You did not interrupt. Hello.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Oh? That's lucky, then. [Or intentional, but who's counting]. You are still plagued with poor rest, it seems.

[endsjustified]

Lily has it worse than I; the lack of sleep actually affects them.

[he's starting to feel worse off in other ways but he'll deal.]

...did you need something?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Rest is good for health and spirit whether it is strictly physically necessary or not, Monsieur!

But I wished to return this to you! I thought it might be more useful to you now that you have brushed up on your gardening knowledge! [HOLDING UP A SHOVEL. It looks brand new. If Lily didn't leave the original shovel head with Rook at the community garden it's possible he would have just wandered in and taken it at one point or another.]

[endsjustified]

[he inclines his head in concession. will it make him go to bed though. well maybe later after the punishment is done and dabi isn't trying to set fire to everyone's stuff jeez

that said he does look a little taken off-guard by Rook producing the shovel in a different way, not the aggressive surprise of waking up, but something a little softer in the widening of his eyes, the corners of his mouth. he is much less used to generosity than to attack and infringement on his space.]

...I had thought you wished to keep such things; for general use in the garden, at the least.

[chasseurdebeaute]

I may occasionally come by to avail myself if I have a need and you are feeling generous, but it's good for each flock to have useful tools on hand, non?

[endsjustified]

True enough. You are welcome to it, of course. My deepest thanks.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Fufu, I'll blush if you're too sincere, Monsieur.

[endsjustified]

Insincerity demeans good relations, does it not?

[chasseurdebeaute]

Do you think so? I suppose it depends on the intent. Aah, but I'm flattered if you would consider our relation good!

[Setting the shovel down nearby and taking a seat, just outside the edge of Charon's vision, though he's not actually like making an effort to hide his presence otherwise]

[endsjustified]

[yeah Charon doesn't seem to care about it in that case; if Rubato ain't hiding his presence he can be tracked on general 'thing to be a bit wary of in the perimeter']

I do, or I would have had strong words for someone watching me so closely in a moment of distraction. May I ask what you were hoping to see?