Forty-Seventh Drop: siberian snow (videopost)

[spiritofsorrow]

[Sorrow looks far more relaxed than he has been lately. In his usual black commando sweater, now that winter is fast approaching, he is standing in Xanadu and staring up at the sky. There is a long scar along his carved face, and a localized surgical mess under his left eye, but it has sealed over so that there are no stitches anymore, and it doesn

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[hidesinrestroom]

You can control the weather...?

[spiritofsorrow]

To a limited extent, yes. I can invoke rain and thunderstorms. In this case, a light enough rain in this cold becomes snow.

Raikov...we haven't had a sensible conversation in some time, entirely my fault -- how are you, now?

[hidesinrestroom]

I see... It was raining a lot back home before I left...

I'm fine. I'm going to punch Dist in the face if he shows himself here again though. Leaving without telling me... What an ass.

[spiritofsorrow]

Don't be too hard on him. The City doesn't give us the privilege of knowing when we will leave. I hope that he returns -- there are too many who have lost companions, friends, lovers...everyone.

Are you still living in his old apartment?

[hidesinrestroom]

Yes, I am. I put too much work into ths damn place to leave it.

[spiritofsorrow]

[A couple of chuckles. Oh, Raikov.]

I see. Is there anyone living there besides you, right now?

[hidesinrestroom]

Besides my fish, no.

[spiritofsorrow]

I've considered moving into the city proper. If you have any room and don't mind, I don't use any resources. Otherwise, I'll find somewhere else. And by this I mean, if your apartment is a complex with multiple sleeping spaces.

[hidesinrestroom]

You aren't going to suck my blood, are you?

[spiritofsorrow]

No, of course not. Not now. That is done.

[hidesinrestroom]

Provided Curt doesn't want to move in, I don't see why not...

[spiritofsorrow]

Curt?

Let me know.

[hidesinrestroom]

This rockstar guy I know.

And will do.