[morning mingling]

[ruecherche]

[How do you greet the dawning of the day? There is one har standing on a hilltop overlooking the lake facing the sunrise, his eyes closed against the cold winds and his cloak pulled tightly around him. He obviously thinks he's alone, but doesn't really seem to care if he's not. What's he doing exactly

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[un_familiar]

*over here, a scruffy teenage boy is pausing, wrapping his tattered cloak tighter around him, and scrunching himself down under a tree to listen despite the cold*

[ruecherche]

[doesn't seem to notice him]

[un_familiar]

*well, when Rue eventually pauses...*

You're really good.

[ruecherche]

Thank you, dear.

[givesyouareason]

*Listens in while sipping at his morning coffee*

[ruecherche]

[continues to sing then]

[givesyouareason]

Does the song suit the singer? Are you unhappy about something?

[ruecherche]

[falters and turns to look]

It might. Who is asking?

[borncaptain]

[claps lightly]

[ruecherche]

[turns quickly]

... Good morning, Jim-dear.

[borncaptain]

You're up early.

[ruecherche]

I'm usually up early.

[u_jerk]

Communing with the tentacles?

[ruecherche]

Don't be ridiculous. They prefer more tactile communications.

[u_jerk]

But how would that make you feel.

[ruecherche]

Rather violated actually.

[bad_addict]

*had been heading back to the basement to go to bed, but pauses to listen*

[ruecherche]

[sings a pretty song~]

[bad_addict]

...they all begin to sound rather familiar, after a while.

[ruecherche]

Do they?