who needs presents when you have cold, hard PLANS???

[vacationless]

[Silver has been a goddamn recluse since coming to the island. His time consists of planning, more planning, and occasionally taking the time to soothe (or be soothed by) his significant other. At first, the plans were fairly reasonable and fairly relevant. Then they started getting weird. Then, he ran out of possibilities for home and started

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[typeless]

Sir? [Leaf was walking around and happened to pass by Silver.

And like the over prepared lady she is, she'll hand him an empty journal.]

[vacationless]

[Empty journal accepted!] Thank you.

[typeless]

Of course, sir.

[It's her job to help! Even though it's not usually in this way.]

Are those plans? [They sound more like components of planns.]

[vacationless]

Notes to be made into an official plan once... [frown] once I'm let back in the house. Fuckin'...

[typeless]

... What are they doing? [Did you do something? There must be a reason you've been kicked out.]

[vacationless]

... ... cleaning.

[typeless]

... You're not allowed?

[vacationless]

They're... moving my maps... and my plans...

[typeless]

... Is there a reason? [Did you make too many?

... ...

...

Of course you didn't. You can never have too many plans.]

[vacationless]

The little kid got lost in 'em. I told him not to get near my damn plans...

[typeless]

... Little kid? [It can't be Lavender.

... This is something she was unaware of, isn't it?]

When did you get a kid?

[vacationless]

Fuck if I know. Gold brought him home sometime.

[typeless]

... How old is the kid?

[vacationless]

... little. Like- fuckin'- ... five?

[typeless]

... [Can't be a sibling, she'd know about it.

Can't be a kid, because Gold's fucking Silver. And Gold's not Green.]

Is the kid Gold's cousin? [Or related to him in some way?]

[vacationless]

... Maybe? [That sounds vaguely like something he was told in the middle of making an INTENSE PLAN.]