[It's his turn to grow quiet, now. A furrowing at his brow, an awkward enough hesitation to show that, while he has an answer, something about it isn't... clicking.
...
A beat. An exhale.]
I guess you could say I'm doing it to protect the place of humanity in everything else.
Ahah... No, no, I remember that much. [He'd be having WAY harder of a time justifying himself if he didn't know his stance.] Please, Lovecraft, I'm trying to be sincere!
It's just a little... fuzzy. I know I've answered this before. But if I think about it too deeply, I... can't really seem to remember that much.
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Well, anyway! It's not the first time something's left my memory. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel very urgent to me right now.
he... needs a second..............................
...]
...Well, if I said all that and you still think so, I guess I can count myself lucky.
[Nobody really likes him anymore. And that's okay. And it's okay, he knows, if Lovecraft eventually changes his mind. It always happens.
But he'll enjoy it, for today. Tomorrow will worry about itself.]
No, no, you can if you want. It's yours now, after all.
Just make sure to wring out the water when you leave. I'm not sure what will happen to it if you keep it wet for too long. Plus, I don't know if Sika will make me another one after what I went through to get that one.
You take advantage...of others. But for now. You have been nice to me.
[And the man insists he is telling the truth. He is too exhausted to assume otherwise. He simply wants things to be as simple as possible.]
I will do so. [And rhe smallest upturn of his mouth.] Thank you.
[And with that, like a creature taking its prey under the water, he slips back in with the plushie in tow, sinking to the bottom of the pool once more as a dark spot.]
[He'll watch the man fully descend (how in the world is he breathing? Does he NEED to breathe?), watching the surface of the water settle back to calm.
It's only a couple minutes of silence. Of no movement from Solomon. But eventually, Lovecraft will be able to see the sorcerer's legs finally lift from the pool, and his silhouette vanish from the water's surface.]
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And why do you...search for power?
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...
A beat. An exhale.]
I guess you could say I'm doing it to protect the place of humanity in everything else.
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[Yes, he notices that pause, alright. He sighs.]
You don't remember. Do you.
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It's just a little... fuzzy. I know I've answered this before. But if I think about it too deeply, I... can't really seem to remember that much.
[...]
Well, anyway! It's not the first time something's left my memory. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel very urgent to me right now.
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[Whatever he's missing. Because he feels it, too. Someone has it, somewhere, and he doesn't know who.]
You've...forgotten a lot?
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I'm well aware.
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No, no, pull it together. Lovecraft just asked a question.]
...Ah. Sorry.
Yes, I have. It's only natural. People can only remember so much.
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Does Fandaniel have it?
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[Oh he can't help the laugh that bursts out.]
What a question. Why do you think it's him?
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You're...intense around each other...
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I just don't think he likes me very much.
[teehee]
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[HE SAW THAT BITE MARK IN TRIAL, MAN]
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I told you, I'm trying to be sincere.
[there could be 1993485937485938475 reasons why Fandaniel would bite him!]
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[He's making grabby hands for the plushie. Give it here.]
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[He sighs, sitting up and lifting his arms away from his lap. There you go, pool man, all yours.]
Are you going to take this poor thing into the water with you?
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[Yay! The very cute cake plushie...big eyes...what a wonderful thing. He squeezes it a little.]
Why...can't I?
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he... needs a second..............................
...]
...Well, if I said all that and you still think so, I guess I can count myself lucky.
[Nobody really likes him anymore. And that's okay. And it's okay, he knows, if Lovecraft eventually changes his mind. It always happens.
But he'll enjoy it, for today. Tomorrow will worry about itself.]
No, no, you can if you want. It's yours now, after all.
Just make sure to wring out the water when you leave. I'm not sure what will happen to it if you keep it wet for too long. Plus, I don't know if Sika will make me another one after what I went through to get that one.
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[And the man insists he is telling the truth. He is too exhausted to assume otherwise. He simply wants things to be as simple as possible.]
I will do so. [And rhe smallest upturn of his mouth.] Thank you.
[And with that, like a creature taking its prey under the water, he slips back in with the plushie in tow, sinking to the bottom of the pool once more as a dark spot.]
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You're welcome, Lovecraft.
[He'll watch the man fully descend (how in the world is he breathing? Does he NEED to breathe?), watching the surface of the water settle back to calm.
It's only a couple minutes of silence. Of no movement from Solomon. But eventually, Lovecraft will be able to see the sorcerer's legs finally lift from the pool, and his silhouette vanish from the water's surface.]