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*

[moettenani]

What is it?

[ink_mc]

Scribble.

[moettenani]

...but that is your name.

[ink_mc]

Yeah.

[moettenani]

Then how can it be your nickname? That is too confusing!

[ink_mc]

I don't use my real name. I like the nickname better. Get it?

[moettenani]

No. You do not make any sense.

[ink_mc]

So I've been told.

[moettenani]

Then you should speak more clearly, and explain things better. *you've made her pout*

[ink_mc]

What, and you're a shining example of clarity, now?

[moettenani]

I make more sense than you. At least I do not have a strange way to say every single word.

[ink_mc]

Quit makin' fun of my accent.

[moettenani]

Then do not make fun of the way I talk.

[ink_mc]

We dealin' now? *slightly amused*

[moettenani]

Dealing?