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Who: Erik and Wilson
Where: Town Square
When: Day 34
What: New partners

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"What now," Wilson muttered to himself as he felt the same tug in his chest that he had felt when he was dragged into town when he first met Alec. He'd just managed to dig up the perfect table for the poker game that night and was about to drag it to the common room when it started.

He tried to fight it at first, annoyed that after barely seeing his partner and being stuck inside most of the time that Alec would choose to try and leave the house now, right when Wilson actually had something to doSomething felt off though, different. Alec knew the score, he wouldn't attempt to just leave without saying anything. Now Wilson was curious and seeing as there wasn't really anything he could do to avoid that tug, he decided to just go with it

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Erik blinked at him, though the motion would be barely visible behind the mask.

"This is a strange idea of fun," he said, his sense of humor clearly differently developed. "Who are you?"

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"Indeed, very strange," Wilson agreed with a slow nod. He was trying not to stare, but the man's mask was intriguing. It looked so smooth, especially in contrast to the rest of his outfit, and Wilson had to forcibly stop himself from wanting to touch it.

"I'm Dr. James Wilson, but you can call me Wilson," he said, offering his hand for shaking. He was still apprehensive, but his deeply ingrained social skills over-rode that.

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Erik had no deeply ingrained social skills. But he had some deep-seated instincts that were not going to be shaking anyone's hand anytime soon. He merely stood, tall and still, staring at he hand.

"I am Erik," he said, "but I see no reason to call you anything. I am going to return to my room."

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Wilson grimaced when Erik held up the western style shirt. He may not have the greatest fashion sense, but the cowboy look had never been appealing to Wilson. "Jeans are quite common and go with anything, but I think maybe there are better options for shirts."

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Erik rubbed the denim between his fingers and grimaced behind the mask. He dropped both items where he stood, and instead found a few three piece suits which might be made to serve, a fedora, and something he took to be underwear. He'd steal the items anyway, but at this time saw no reason to hide it.

Now he moved across to the stationery section, grabbing paper of dubious quality and more of these disposable pens he did not approve of.

"Now," he said. "Where is the grocer?"

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Wilson smiled when Erik picked out some suits. He couldn't picture the man wearing jeans anyway. "I should be asking you for fashion advice," Wilson admitted.

I'm actually not sure. I know there is some dry ingredients here," he said, remembering the pie. "I haven't been around town enough to know where the grocery store is though. We'll have to go looking for it.'

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Erik strode over to a shelf holding canned foods, some of which he had never seen preserved in such a fashion. He held one up.

"Jell-o," he repeated blankly. "This is food? In this tiny box?"