( 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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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.]
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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?
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He ducks down between his shoulders a little with a shy expression.]
I'm... sorry.
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So he looks down at the blanket.]
Is this yours?
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For, ah... you.
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... I don't need it. [A beat, picking it up slowly. The next words sound like they're anything but natural to him, looking up and down with indecision.] Thank you.
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Yes, it's-- [He hesitates, doesn't really know how to say that he hopes it is comfortable and put to good use, so he... stops. Nods in agreement. He backs up apologetically, really hadn't meant to wake him up, so he repeats,] Sorry.
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[His tone isn't as soft as much as it's just... flat. He doesn't see much point in aggravating whatever is making the young man so seemingly nervous, but then again, dealing with people isn't his forte. At all.
He's barely awake to begin with.]
... I don't suppose you're one of the locals.
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No. No, from else... e-elsewhere.
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[There's a deep exhale, he starts to pull himself up to stand on his feet, blanket still clutched in one of his hands. He dusts off his pants before rolling it up to offer the gift back to the benefactor.]
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I... I.
[Why do you keep making him talk, monsterboy? He shakes his head. He had wished for it, it wasn't his, he wouldn't miss it.]
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It's yours.
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N-no.
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You can't expect me to keep it.
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For. Mmm... when you s-sleep.
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He's dreading Cerbos' inevitable comments.]
What's your name?
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