pc ♠ marcoh

[fried]

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[fried]

My hearing still works exceptionally well, and I'm learning what your footsteps sound like.

[ a little amused. ]

So, yes. Though it would've been very embarrassing if I'd been wrong, wouldn't it?

[boxcar]

I don't know, a lot of people get it wrong even with perfect vision.

[ Sounds impressive to him, personally... ]

What are you doing?

[fried]

I've been practicing.

[ he also doesn't say a name unless he's very, very sure who is approaching. as we all know, footsteps correlate to how tall you are ]

Planting flowers. I wish I knew what Su Waner's favorites were, but I'm doing what I can.

[boxcar]

...I wish I did too.

[ He sounds tired. ]

[fried]

[ a pause, and he reaches out a hand. ]

Come here and help me put new life into the ground. It'll counteract a little of the death that weighs on us.

[boxcar]

...

[ Okay, he's coming by. He doesn't know a whole lot about gardening, but... ]

What do I have to do?

[fried]

[ he doesn't mind teaching. he's no lucas, but he finds this sort of thing soothing regardless. ]

You dig a small hole, first. Here. [ hands him a mini shovel. ] Not too deep, and not too close to the other sprouts.

[boxcar]

[ At least manual labour is always easy. He does so without problem, digging a hole about the depth of the shovel blade. ]

Then seeds?

[fried]

[ watches, happily enough. ]

Then seeds. You cover them, and then water them. Everything else is up to nature.

[boxcar]

I've worked in a lumberyard before. Mostly just carrying stuff around. That's about the closest I'll get to a green thumb.

[ He covers the seeds with dirt and pats it down a bit. ]

Sounds like something Olivia would say.

[fried]

You're not so bad at it so far. Don't sell yourself short.

[ a little tail swish. ]

Olivia?

[boxcar]

Just someone I met, in Prehevil.

She's a botanist, she said. Told me a bit about the local plants and stuff.

[fried]

Was she nice to you?

[boxcar]

Yes.

[ I'm sorry that's really all he says but. Olivia's a very nice girl. ]

[fried]

[ that is sufficient for jiaoqiu he just wants to know that there's at least ONE person other than marcoh's sister that was nice to him in his home world, ]

Good. At least someone was.

[ a beat. ]

Oh - I wanted to tell you about something, by the way.

[boxcar]

What is it?

[ He'll relieve Jiaoqiu of the next handful of seeds or whatever in the meanwhile. ]

[fried]

[ lets him plant, taking a second to rest his eyes. ]

I had a dream a few nights ago. Now, it may be nothing - I'm no prophet, and of course, with all of the little fun things creeping around, like something to make people fall in love with each other or something that allows you to spy on conversations, it very well could have been done to lift my spirits.

[ there's a little like 💢 emotion to this sentence but it's fine ]

However.

[boxcar]

[ HELP!!! JIAOQIU!!! He just listens along to this like... I see... ]

...However?

[fried]

In this dream, Charlie, Jing Yuan, Adolphe, Brimstone, and Hawke were standing in a red and gold hotel, talking to each other about how they were disappointed their phones had no reception. They seemed healthy, and their chao were with them. At the very end of this, Jing Yuan looked up at me specifically, waved, and smiled. I then woke up.

[ his ear flicks. ]

It seemed so very vivid. There were others standing around as well - but I could not make out who they were.

[boxcar]

...

It sounds like they're well.

[ Which would be a good thing, if it were true. ]

Do you think it was just a dream?

[ Or it means something? ]

[fried]

I don't usually dream.

[ a little shrug. ]

And if I were to do so, I doubt I'd be able to conjure up such a specific hotel. Still, I hate to jump to conclusions, so for now... I'm on the fence.

[boxcar]

Dreams can get strange.

But I wouldn't be one to knock a prophetic dream.

[fried]

Oh? Have experience with them?

[boxcar]

...Not a nice one. I don't think it is something to talk about, when...

[ Well, glancing down at Jiaoqiu's chrysanthemum bracelet... murder on the horizon. ]

[fried]

[ a hum. ]

Fair enough.

[ pats him on the arm. ]

Another time, then. [ ... ] For now, let's take at least a little relief in the idea that our lost friends may be closer than we thought. It's no good for the body or the mind to continue on an empty stomach, so to speak.