page three | den instinct

[metalandashes]

Having trouble getting used to this thing. Seems like whoever I am - was - I'm not the kinda guy who likes writing down what he's thinking. Prefer to just think it. Some things you've just got to keep inside yourself, you know what I mean

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[unwinding_key]

It would seem that we are neighbors, then. Interesting. Would you like a housewarming gift?

[metalandashes]

I'm all right, red. Think I got everything I need. Thanks, though.

[unwinding_key]

All right then.

As far as the scent of the tree goes: no one I have asked about it seems to be able to smell anything in particular. Perhaps it is a specialty of yours?

[metalandashes]

Yeah. Think I can hear better, too, and see things further away. Like all my senses have been turned up a notch. And if I get hurt, it heals up real fast. I cut my arm a couple days ago. Barely had time to bleed before it was whole again.

[unwinding_key]

That is interesting. Useful talents for a member of the Guard as well, I would imagine.

I should hope, however, that you do not cut up your arm on a regular basis.

[metalandashes]

Nah, just wanted to expe [the rest of the word is obscured by a slowly growing inkblot, as if his pen has stopped still on the page. it takes a moment for him to start writing again]

Just trying it out.

Clé: oh god inkblots. NO MORE FUCKING INKBLOTS.

[unwinding_key]

So then you will not be trying it out any more?

hey, at least he doesn't ping at apples

[metalandashes]

Not unless someone cuts me first, darlin'. Why? You worried about me?

like the rest of her household? XD

[unwinding_key]

Perhaps.

grocery shopping must be a blast

[metalandashes]

Don't worry, sweetheart, I can take care of myself.

East does most of it. Fallen and Clé buy apples on their own - Fallen puts them in EVERYTHING.

[unwinding_key]

I am allowed to worry.