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[creepinginmy]

( Because Jack apparently refuses to make use of his key or accept that he's supposed to live in a house of his own like any normal person, he's been wandering around Splendor and in select Districts, choosing hidden spots and corners to spend the night whenever he brings himself to fall asleep. Cerbos allows him these moments of rest, knowing what

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[saiyajinsoul]

[He walks up to the corner Jack's sleeping in, hot coffee in hand, but doesn't wake him up immediately. With their accommodations being relatively safe and ridiculously comfortable as they are, it's a bit difficult to imagine why a person would be sleeping out here.

Once he's sure it's a someone rather than a something, he lightly shakes the sleeping man's shoulder.]

Sir?

[creepinginmy]

[He's halfway through a breath when he's woken up, making a sound between a gasp and a snort. Jack looks up at the man and tries to focus (not very successfully), sitting up just enough to not let himself remain too relaxed in the presence of the other man.]

What?

[saiyajinsoul]

Sir, you've fallen asleep outside.

[creepinginmy]

Nice of you to notice.

[He rubs his face. Deep exhale. He crosses his arms.]

What do you want?

whoo yeah creepers! :D

[homuhomuchan]

[ staring down at him. ]

. . .

[ foot nudge. why do so many people sleep on the ground here? can't the city house them all? ]

[creepinginmy]

[It's a little easier to wake up with this one. Have a rather disgruntled man looking up at you.]

Don't do that.

[homuhomuchan]

Why are you sleeping outdoors? Don't you have a house?

[ you better not be trying to burgle anyone :/ ]

[creepinginmy]

That isn't really any of your business, is it.

[4beforedeath]

[Sissel's no stranger to sleeping in random corners outside, but. It's a bit strange when a human does it. Besides, doesn't everyone get a room here?

He nuzzles the man gently, just to make sure he's okay.]

[creepinginmy]

[He's still half-sleeping when he reacts to the feline. A hand even brushes him unintentionally before he realizes how strange the feeling is, snapping back to reality with a little startled sound. Jack stares at him with a confused frown, still trying to focus...]

Goodness.

[It's a cat.]

[4beforedeath]

[And Sissel stares back, at least until he can gauge whether that's a good expression on the man's face or not.]

Is there a reason you're sleeping outside?

[creepinginmy]

[It's a talking a cat.]

I-- [He presses lips immediately, wondering if he's heard it right. If he heard anything at all.]

What did you say?

[aut_augur]

[Oh Mr. Monster 8\ Jast crouches down next to him quietly. He balances his elbows on his knees and his chin in the cup of his hands. What to do... If he wants to sleep outside, that's okay. Jast likes to do it too, but he's not so sure this man is as immune to the elements as Jast happens to be.

He wishes he had a blanket to put over him... and Splendor obliges him.

Oh. Well. Jast puts it over the man, trying not to disturb him.]

[creepinginmy]

[Sleep becomes a harder task to perform when people insist on moving you from place to place. Apparently resting outdoors doesn't seem acceptable to those forced into a home they did not ask for.

Jack jerks back into reality, taking a longer while to wake up and realize he's being cared for. He sits up slowly with a bemused frown, noticing the young man responsible for the piece of comfort placed over him. Pretty blue eyes and a nose that reminds him of someone. He's tempted to think this is part of whatever he was dreaming about just a moment ago.

The inevitable question finally comes, still a bit dazed, without hostility, just blunt confusion.]

What are you doing?

[aut_augur]

[Jast gives a startled little chirp when Jack wakes so suddenly. He really had thought he was being very quiet.

He ducks down between his shoulders a little with a shy expression.]

I'm... sorry.

[creepinginmy]

[Jack looks at him for another moment, palms pressed on the floor behind him, still trying to piece things together. He's failing.

So he looks down at the blanket.]

Is this yours?