Case 122 [Accidental Video/Action]

[manofgnee]

[It's a bit odd for Hanna, not being home on the Day of the Dead. It messes up all his personal traditions...but he's fine with trying something new

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[habitformed]

[ He considers not drawing attention to the fact that he's just posted this and allowing Hanna some privacy with his graves and his flowers. But eventually, a text comes through: ]

HANNA?

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[manofgnee]

[Hanna smiles and hands Mouse a cookie, which, of course, is ghost shaped.]

I hope they do...on the Day of the Dead, you're supposed to bring the dead their favorite foods from when they were alive...but since I didn't know this particular group of dead people personally, I thought cookies might be a safe choice.

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[habitformed]

[ Mouse actually giggles when he realizes that the cookie he's just been given is ghost shape. Much like a child with a toy, he waggles the cookie through the air and makes non-nonsensical PacMan noises with his mouth and his cheeks.

Abruptly, he stops and looks at Hanna again. ]

Like Christmas. For dead people.

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[manofgnee]

[Hanna laughs and picks up his own ghost cookie, before joining in on making PacMan noises, complete with the wah wah of death as he bites off the ghost's head.]

Haa, ten points! And yeah, it sort of is like Christmas for dead people! You give them food and flowers and you celebrate their lives and their afterlife. It's a good holiday. I thought that these guys might like somebody to talk to today, too.

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[habitformed]

[ Mouse's eyes grow large at that last statement and he looks around with a mouthful of cookie at the graves around them, almost expecting them to start talking any minute. ]

Quiet for talking.

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[manofgnee]

Yeah, they're pretty quiet. But hey, that's fine. I think they just appreciate the company.

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[habitformed]

[ Behind his half-eaten cookie, Mouse smiles in a small and private way. ]

Back home. Cookies too?

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[manofgnee]

Yep! I can't cook them at home either, though. I just can't cook. Heh. But I do this every year. It's sort of nice.

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[habitformed]

[ Mouse nods and then goes quiet, nibbling away at the rest of the cookie. He's not very talkative in general and the thoughtfulness of Hanna's exercise has him thinking. Eventually he carefully takes another cookie from Hanna and then twists about, reaching to place it on another nearby grave.

He pats the cookie very carefully with his hand, brushing away leaves so that it may rest on clear ground. Then Mouse smiles at the tombstone its resting in front and and says: ]

Merry Christmas.

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[manofgnee]

[Hanna smiles at Mouse and at the grave.]

They really do like this. It's a good day.

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[habitformed]

[ After a moment Mouse lowers his face to the ground, pressing his ear against the dirt and grass to listen for a while. ]

Ever talk back?

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[manofgnee]

Sometimes. Depends on their moods, and how at rest they are.

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[habitformed]

[ This gets Mouse to make a huh noise as he sits up again. Since he's not that great at conversation, he begins whistling for the grave and its occupant instead. It's a song, quite possibly made up off the top of Mouse's head, that eventually dissolves into twittering nonsense bird-calling.

Apparently, he's pretty good at it. ]

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[manofgnee]

[Hanna smiles quietly and he just listens. A couple of birds hear the whistling and come by to see what's going on.]

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[habitformed]

[ One particularly brave bird decides to come perch atop the gravestone that Mouse has been whistling too. Mouse makes that huh noise again and then glances over his shoulder at Hanna and winks.

This time, when he whistles again, it's a very specific bird whistle. The grey bird gives a hop back and forth, then chirps in reply. ]

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[manofgnee]

[Hanna makes a little happy noise, watching this all. He takes a cookie and crumples it up, scattering the crumbs on the ground while mentally hoping that birds liked cookies.]