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Who: Wander, anyone
When: Day 24, Night
Where: Somewhere close by Apartment Q
What: Making his arrows more awesome.

[Wander is sitting in the halls, whistling a very somber tune while he uses a rock to sharpen some of his arrow heads. He looks more than a little worn after dealing with a giant spider earlier today but he's amazingly enough not injured!

You also caught him in a somewhat good mood!]

[Whistle, whistle, whistle~]

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Oh? Of what?

Whatever you want.

[A thought occurs to him, and he's quiet for a second because he's not sure if he wants a picture that he might cry over every damn night. But...]

I-If I described someone...would you try to draw them?

Of course. It might not be perfect, but I'll do my best.

I think you would do her justice.

How tall was she? What was her body like?

[She hovers her pencil, ready to start drawing.]

She was..is, a bit shorter than I. Her hair is long and black like her eyes, and she is pale like myself. She is also very fond of wearing beautiful white dresses. Oh, and she is very petite and slender.

[He's smiling as he describes her more, even mentioning how she carries herself with grace and how she smiles. When he's done he sits back and sighs, kind of lost in thought.]

[Becca asks lots of really specific questions about her facial structure, but eventually comes up with a rough sketch.]

Like this?

[Wander stares at the sketch with a sad smile.]

Perfect.

[Is he talking about the sketch or Mono? Who knows~?]

[She pulls out some plain blank paper and starts re-drawing her, cleaner lines this time, sharpening up her features and adding flutters to her dress. Finally she's finished, and offers the page to Wander.]

[Excuse Wander while he takes the page and stares at it for a while, a whole plethora of feelings smacking him around like nothing.

Eventually, he does speak though.]

...Thank you, Becca.

Of course.

[careful snuggles]

[He's not flipping his shit this time.]

[hairpettings and affection cause damn you need it]

[Yes, yes he does. Although he is strongly resisting the urge to cry like a baby.]

[Give in, Wander. You need it, and Becca won't judge you for it. She can tell it might come, too, and shifts to hide his face from the rest of the hallway, holding him protectively.]

[No, no, no. The most that comes out are a couple of hitches in his breathing, but he really does not want to cry, because he is afraid he won't stop.]

[I will hold you the whole time, Wander. Even if it means no sleep.]

[Not gonna' do it, sorry.

Oh wait, there's a tear. And another. Now there are several tears streaming down his cheeks. And very, very, light sobbing.]

[hair petting, holding, and gentle rocking]

[Yeah he may be a while.]

[gentle singing:]

Shadows slowly creeping
Down the prairie trail
Everyone is sleeping
All but the nightingale

The moon will soon be rising
In the purple sky
Night winds softly singing
The prairie lullaby

Saddle up your ponies
The sandman's here
To guide you down the trail of dreams
So tumble down in to bed
My little sleepy head

To the prairie lullaby

[The singing reminds him of Mono; in fact, the tune he had been whistling before was a song she often sang to him. Mono's voice, in Wander's opinion, was unmatched by anyone of course but he still found himself shutting his eyes and relaxing, sobs dying down a bit.

He's just going to drift off to sleep now. Sorry, Becca, you have a wanderer sleeping on you!]

[That's cool, that's cool. I'll shift so I'm a bit more comfy, but otherwise I guess I'm hallway sleeping tonight.]

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