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Who: That kid still hasn't put a shirt on, and his pants are still super tight
When: Day 150, dusk
Where: by the fountains
What:

[ Gerasimos and his tight pants have a blanket set out with a number of dried herbs, ground and arranged each on a small white slip of paper. He also seems to be working on making a number of hemp necklaces- you know, the ones with the little glass beads. He watches all who pass, but calls out to none. ]

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Nonsense. I have given the world time to expand around me.

Well, certainly I wouldn't contradict my lord . . .

No?

I could never even dream of such a thing.

. . .

Lies suit you like dew does the morning, pet. Cold and shimmering.

[ STRAIGHT UP THAT MADE LIKE 30% SENSE AT BEST ]

Sweet as always, I see.

I am not sweet.

Well, as I said, of course. I wouldn't contradict my lord.

Precious child, are you cross? How dear of you.

Am I . . . ?

Mm, how could I be, when I truly am so pleased to see you again?

[ Takes a long look at her, then picks up one of the papers. He pour half of it onto another, fresh slip, and then puts down the one in his hand. It would appear that both slips contain roughly as much as the total pile had, before he split it up. Then he begins to roll the second into a cigarette. When he exhales over his shoulder, his breath billows as if they were somewhere very, very cold. ]

Ah, and well, if no lover cares to be parted with abruptly, certainly that is so pedestrian a slight as to never be mentioned at all . . .

[ p r e c i o u s ]

[ . . . anyway ]

Come, let us reconcile. It seems you've found something to keep you busy, even in my absence. I had not realize you were . . . so eager to commit.

[ ssssits yes fine ]

Mm, well. I had certainly known that you were not, my lord.

[ lights his paper and takes a long drag before holding it out to her ]

Still! I should hope such bittersweet happenstance shan't sour our friendship!

[ y o i n k ]

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[ and the book of matches ]

Oh perish the thought.

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