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“H-Hello, sir…”
=still fighting this m!a=
Sure…
“Oh…umm…Do you want to roll or to be picked up?”
Which would creep you out less?
“I don’t know…
I never held a head before so uh…” =picks him up=
“…..Okay. It’s not that bad.”
How did you think it was gonna be?
“Weird. Really weird. I’ve never picked up a head before so.”
=carries him inside and shuts the door=
S’not that weird.
“But you’re a talking head with no body. I’m sorry but that’s weird to me”
He smiled at the other, “Thank you, that’s nice of you.” Maybe he’ll actually make a friend this time.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be sure to have more of my memories back next time too. It just seems like everything is so mixed up right now…”
“I guess so… I’ve never lost memories before so I wouldn’t know— oh, we’re almost there. We just have to turn that corner.” He said as he stopped and pressed the button for the crosswalk.
He gave a nod, following him to the crosswalk, “The roads here are really nice” He smiled, as he looked around, able to take some of the sights in.
“Neat too, at least to me. I’m used to dirt roads n’ gravel.”
“Oh? Where did you live before moving here?”
“I lived at my church’s orphanage actually. It sorta like a ranch too. Lots of gravel.”
“An Orphanage…? I’m sorry to hear that. but you sound like you enjoyed it there too”
He nodded with a smile, “I did. Mother Lora— the head Nun, she and the kids were my family.”
Silence is never Golden: abritishrain stopped by!
“Oh…. Do you want to talk about it— And the food’s done.” =sits the food on the table=
He…
No no it’s fine!” He rubbed his eye
=frowns=
“Are you sure?”
Jonathan nodded.
“…Okay…. Are you still feeling up to eating?”
y..yea..sure
“But, you don’t have to force it down. It’s not good for you.”
He nodded and smiled. “O..okay..”
He stayed silent for a moment before standing up. “Do you want to hear something?”
you don’t know true agony unless you’ve gone from watching 5 seasons in 2 days to 1 episode a week
“Hello Miss! How and who are you? I’m Sal Etpoivre!”
“Hello Sal. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Alice Kirkland, sir.”
“Okay Alice! Oh, by the way, are you lost or anything?”
“No… should I be?” she asks, not understanding why he asks.
“I just wanted to make sure. A lot of people that come over here are lost most of the time.”
=gonna lay in bed for the rest of the day=
=until this m!a is over=
what’s wrong?” he poked at you with the tip of his shoe
“A-Ack!” =jumps and looks at him=
“U-Uh… Y-Yes?”
“Oh…umm…Do you want to roll or to be picked up?”
“I don’t know…
I never held a head before so uh…” =picks him up=
“…..Okay. It’s not that bad.”
“Weird. Really weird. I’ve never picked up a head before so.”
=carries him inside and shuts the door=
He smiled at the other, “Thank you, that’s nice of you.” Maybe he’ll actually make a friend this time.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be sure to have more of my memories back next time too. It just seems like everything is so mixed up right now…”
“I guess so… I’ve never lost memories before so I wouldn’t know— oh, we’re almost there. We just have to turn that corner.” He said as he stopped and pressed the button for the crosswalk.
He gave a nod, following him to the crosswalk, “The roads here are really nice” He smiled, as he looked around, able to take some of the sights in.
“Neat too, at least to me. I’m used to dirt roads n’ gravel.”
“Oh? Where did you live before moving here?”
“I lived at my church’s orphanage actually. It sorta like a ranch too. Lots of gravel.”
Silence is never Golden: abritishrain stopped by!
“Oh…. Do you want to talk about it— And the food’s done.” =sits the food on the table=
He…
No no it’s fine!” He rubbed his eye
=frowns=
“Are you sure?”
Jonathan nodded.
“…Okay…. Are you still feeling up to eating?”
y..yea..sure
“But, you don’t have to force it down. It’s not good for you.”
“Hello and welcome! How are you? Who are you? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Lost? I’ll try and help the best I can! I’m Sal Etpoivre!”
“Well hello you sure are a very welcoming fellow.” She chimes smiling as the other spoke so happily, and even offered her refreshment. “My name’s Emily T. Jones, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Pleasure’s all mine Ms. Emily! And thank you!” He returned the smile eagerly.
“Hello and welcome! How are you? Who are you? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Lost? I’ll try and help the best I can! I’m Sal Etpoivre!”
“‘Lo. Not too sure where the hell this is, but ‘m fine, otherwise. Name’s Arthur. Pleasure or whatever.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Arthur! And you’re currently downtown, sorta in the slums.”
“Uhn… I guess I am fine…”
“But… Hm… Well, you can tell me more about yourself, maybe!”
“O-Oh… Um… I play the trumpet and saxophone! I work at a jazz bar uptown called the Blue Fox.”
“Really?”
*loves music and instruments*
“I would love to listen to your music someday!”
“You would? I could play something for you right now if you want!”
“PLEASE TAKE IT OUT BEFORE YOU BREAK MY MICROWAVE!”
“It won’t break! It’ll be fine! Just trust me on this!”
[He’s grinning and punching a bunch of buttons but he actually has no idea at all what he’s doing.]
Oh lord, please let my microwave survive this.
