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[never_king]

It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly

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[northseaflotsam]

Things being what they are, of course someone does; a familiar, if evidently preoccupied, someone at that, walking a little uneasily, as if the T-shirt sits too lightly on his shoulders. It's one of those days.

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred glances pointedly at the lawnmower. "So I see."

[never_king]

Bran follows his gaze. "Can't really do the garden either. But then again, the fact we have a garden is Will's fault too, so."

[northseaflotsam]

"Wait, you're living here?"

[never_king]

"Not living living. We've neither of us spent the night yet. But we've been spending so much time here, Will said he thought it made sense. It'll be good for the holidays -- neither of our families can really afford the train fares to visit so we can catch up here instead. Also -- well, it's the chance to see you and Clarissant as well." This time when Bran ducks his head it's awkwardly -- this is still very new.

[northseaflotsam]

"I see." But it's gentler. He tucks his hands in his pockets. "Clar's at home, fussing over fish. I should give you the address."

[never_king]

"Ooh, yes please!" Bran digs in his pocket, pulls out his PINpoint. "I've got my own PINpoint," he explains -- obviously, Bran. "Pretty cool, aren't they?"

[northseaflotsam]

"Yeah, they come in handy." Mordred comes up with his own, fiddles until it displays the coordinates. "There we are."

[never_king]

Bran copies the numbers over to his. "Got it. Thanks. Also --" Oh the embarrassment. "We're sort of having a house-warming. We've not got it all sorted out yet -- we don't even have furniture enough for everyone we want to ask -- but when we do, would you like to come?"

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred glances up, with a curious half-smile. "If you bid me."

[never_king]

"Then yes, I bid you. You can bring Clarissant and --" Bran glances at the list he's got beside him. "Something to eat might be an idea. We can only scavenge so much before Will's sister gets suspicious."

[northseaflotsam]

He laughs then, aloud and easy. "We can manage that."

[never_king]

"Well, good," Bran says, putting the notebook aside. "We still don't know when we're having it, but I can let you know when we do -- I can send you messages with this, can't I?" Bran indicates the PINpoint.

[northseaflotsam]

"Never tried it myself, but I think so."

[never_king]

"I got the weirdest phonecall on it the other day. Total stranger wanting to play word association or something. Gave him to Will. Oh, and then there was the ladybug psychiatrist." Bran pulls a face.

[northseaflotsam]

"--ladybug."