Mingly

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Sheep
WHERE:Where ever
WHEN: Evening 60 - Morning 61

[WHAT A DAY HUH? At least by evening the rain starts to let up, and it is noticeably not as cold as it has been. It's a good night for doing whatever, or maybe you're doing dream shit, I'm not your mom.

In the morning, some will notice that along with the storm, there are also no longer patches of snow fluffies, and any snow still on the ground is starting to melt. Additionally, little by little, more wildlife is popping back up in the meadow and forest. With the cold snap gone, it looks like the wildlife scarcity is disappearing, too.

In the cafeteria, there is a small breakfast waiting for those who care for it: coffee or hot cocoa, orange juice, plum tarts, and omelettes made with fish. There is also a banner:

HAPPY ACTUALLY TWO MONTHS IN THE PASTURE SORRY I CAN'T COUNT IGNORE THE OTHER ONE FROM LIKE A COUPLE WEEKS AGO

anyway how yall doing]

Comments

[damegane]

Home. ...Not that I had much of one left by then anyway.

[quarantotto]

Hmmm....? What happened to it?

[damegane]

Dad was already out of the picture, mom died.

[quarantotto]

Mmm...

...I was born in England and I lived there until mom and dad passed. I moved to Italy to be raised by my grandfather. He is also passed now.

[damegane]

...

So... wait. The organization you ended up in was...

[quarantotto]

The mafia.

[damegane]

You've lived a scary life...

[quarantotto]

I was a little lucky. I was high enough in the family that I didn't have to do grunt work, but I wasn't so high up that I had to work super closely with the boss.

[damegane]

Wow, how lucky.

[quarantotto]

I am alive and I get to work on interesting projects. That's about all I need.

[damegane]

Pretty low bar. ...But, I think I get it.

[quarantotto]

I’m just low maintenance. What do you need then?

[damegane]

-For what?

[quarantotto]

[Shrugs slightly, adjusting the toothpick in his mouth]

Life? Living?

[damegane]

Food? Shelter?

An easier way to get food???

[quarantotto]

Ah, right.

[damegane]

What do you mean, "ah, right"...

[quarantotto]

Food. It's a thing.

[damegane]

Yes?!

[quarantotto]

[nods a bit. this clearly explains everything.]

[damegane]

[Facepalm.]

[quarantotto]

[Rubs at his neck tatt]

It's just an easy thing to forget about when you're working on projects. I don't think about it much.

[damegane]

I can tell. Both you and Aides don't seem to care for it.

[quarantotto]

I don't dislike eating....I just dislike wasting too much time on it or if it interrupts when I'm on a roll.

[damegane]

Well, I'm not a fancy chef that can cook to your problems, so you'll have to solve that one on your own.