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[He's in new duds this week! All settled among the roses with a pen idly flicked in his fingers, eyes tipped towards the uncanny sky - an exhausted reprieve from patrolling the school. From the back of his neck, black spreads up and out under his skin like ink dripped on a paper.
He hears Lovecraft, and his face turns to meet him. Smiling. Tired. Very tired.]
Yes. With no small amount of embarrassment either, ahaha...
How about you?
He hears Lovecraft, and his face turns to meet him. Smiling. Tired. Very tired.]
Yes. With no small amount of embarrassment either, ahaha...
How about you?
[Ah. He's not expecting the touch, but the surprise on his face dims when he realizes exactly what Lovecraft has seen.
He sighs, uninjured hand lifting to pat Lovecraft's arm.]
The consequences of a contract, Lovecraft.
I'm not in any pain from it. Pay it no mind.
He sighs, uninjured hand lifting to pat Lovecraft's arm.]
The consequences of a contract, Lovecraft.
I'm not in any pain from it. Pay it no mind.
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[ow!!!!! His shoulders hitch up slightly, but aside from a faked pout he's only giggling.]
Ahahahahah -- I've been called worse.
Still, I assume you didn't walk over here just to pour salt in my wounds and call me names. You said you remembered what you were, correct?
Ahahahahah -- I've been called worse.
Still, I assume you didn't walk over here just to pour salt in my wounds and call me names. You said you remembered what you were, correct?
[That tracks. Lovecraft had seemed confused at times in their short time together, but never distressed. Maybe the knowledge was merely an anchor to an identity that felt secure.
At the question towards himself, Solomon grows quiet, forcing out an exhale as his uninjured hand rests against his chest, eyes drifting to the ground in thought.]
Mm. Forgetting is something I'm used to. But this...
It was a person from my childhood. Such a small piece to the puzzle. Even now... I can't remember their name. Only their face. But...
The ache I felt when they returned to me... it was bittersweet.
At the question towards himself, Solomon grows quiet, forcing out an exhale as his uninjured hand rests against his chest, eyes drifting to the ground in thought.]
Mm. Forgetting is something I'm used to. But this...
It was a person from my childhood. Such a small piece to the puzzle. Even now... I can't remember their name. Only their face. But...
The ache I felt when they returned to me... it was bittersweet.
[Oh... headpats... He halts for a second, obviously taken aback, before chuckling weakly.]
Ah -- no need for that, Lovecraft. Please, just... sit, if you'd like.
[He'll pat a spot next to him in the gardens.]
Yes, I'd say it is better. Though I could have lived without it, I'm much more resolved with it in place. It makes things feel less... pointless, in a way.
Ah -- no need for that, Lovecraft. Please, just... sit, if you'd like.
[He'll pat a spot next to him in the gardens.]
Yes, I'd say it is better. Though I could have lived without it, I'm much more resolved with it in place. It makes things feel less... pointless, in a way.
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