The locusts are singing, the sun is red.

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WHO: Fakir, Mytho
WHERE: Central Park. Where else do logs happen?
WHEN: August 10th, early evening
WARNINGS: Derp derp gay gay dramma drama derp derp. Chance of isolated thunderstorms.
SUMMARY: With the apartment becoming increasingly crowded, Fakir takes an unconventional approach to getting some time alone with Mytho to talk at length for the

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Fakir got to his feet almost immediately, surprised and relieved that his plan had worked. His nerves calmed somewhat, he was able to offer the prince a small, welcoming smile. "Good evening."

You live with him. Do you need to say something so formal?

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Fakir's smile grew warmer and wider as his mind was further put at ease by Mytho's calm demeanor. He had found Mytho's presence oddly calming since he was a child, and to see him in brighter spirits after weeks of detached sadness was a great comfort.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said, standing in place despite the distinct feeling that he should sit back down at this point. "We haven't had the opportunity lately."