September 1st

[ink_mc]

*sitting outside on a concrete block--something that maybe used to be a wall?--watching people walk past, trying to spot anything familiar, anything that might tell him where he is. He's still got his jar of apple jam clutched tight in his hands, because if it is the Vurt...* Might be the Vurt. But this Haunting is bad. Worse than ever. *looks down

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[moettenani]

*walks right past him, stops, then turns around to go sit next to him*

[ink_mc]

To catch peoples' attention. Flashy like.

[moettenani]

I wish I could see it.

[ink_mc]

's not that great.

[moettenani]

Maybe you just need to see it with new eyes.

[ink_mc]

Yeah? Got any of those lyin' around?

[moettenani]

*laughs* I do not keep eyes in my pockets.

[ink_mc]

*grimaces* 's nothin' I'm gonna complain about.

[moettenani]

They would not feel nice to have.

[ink_mc]

Stating the obvious, love.

[moettenani]

Love? Oh, is that a nickname?

[ink_mc]

Sure.

[moettenani]

Hm...I should think of a nickname to call you...

[ink_mc]

That's...okay.

[moettenani]

Are you sure?

[ink_mc]

Yeah. Real sure. 'sides, I already got a nickname.