[accidental visual | location: twelfth floor] trust our deepest secrets to the artificial lake

[honoraryhobo]

The sun's scrambled high into the sky like a sure-footed kid climbing a tree-it's the itch under his collar and the sweat on his palms. He raises the hoe and swings it down into dry earth, sending up a puff of dust. There's always one weed left. Sun's baleful glare on his back, he drives the blade in again. He hears himself grunt (it sounds more

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[visual] because I know you so wanted Long of my two chars

[imperial_long]

Oh dear. There is a child in Taxon. It hardly seems fair. Long tsks to himself before opening a reply; his habit is to stick to voice, but he supposes visual might be reassuring. Or perhaps not.

"Hello, young man. You appear to be new here. Has anyone else explained anything to you yet?"

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[imperial_long]

An assessing look in answer, and then a nod. "Much better, thank you. Here-- watermelon."

The bowl is handed over, watermelon cut into neat bite-size chunks, with a white plastic fork jutting out from one of them. The bags, Long is scrutinizing, looking between the two with a skeptical expression.

"And then you may have these... Cheetahs, if you like." Is that supposed to be a cheetah on the packaging? It's orange, it has spots-- close enough, he supposes. "Or these, ah... funny-- no, fun-yuns. Funyuns."

If it sounds like he's pronouncing words from a foreign language, it's because they are to him. Long opens the bag of 'Cheetahs' out of some comprehension that he shouldn't offer a child food of which he is completely ignorant.