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It was another day.  Mitch laid in bed despite the sun having long risen.  The suite he rented was more than expensive but the woman at the desk the night before had annoyed him since he didn’t look like he could pay for a cheap motel.  Paris was more than awake as it was lunchtime.  The night before forgotten since he had spent it alone.  Having only been in Paris for a couple days he hadn’t done much and had not been walking around much.  He didn’t speak the language but could get by as he tended to do.

Moving in the bed he realized he could stretch himself out completely in it. Something was off or maybe he didn’t remember how big the bed was.  Drowning one’s mind in alcohol tended to do that.  Always wanting to be forgetting his past it seemed booze was the only way to do it since he didn’t want to resort to pills.  Looking out the window he decided to get out of bed and start his day. There were things to see as he hadn’t been in Paris before.  Standing up and heading for the shower he ducked out of habit not wanting to hit his head on the doorframe.  Looking back at it it seemed further away, “damn brain you are drunk this morning.” Standing in the shower he closed his eyes and didn’t think about anything except the torments his mind felt he needed.  Fortunately it wasn’t much as his mind was not really awake and he didn’t slip away from the world.  

Reaching for the towel he frowned when he couldn’t reach where he had put it with his usual ease.  Looking in the mirror he realized he didn’t have to look down as he normally would.  “What the hell?”  Digging in his suitcase he pulled jeans and a t-shirt out as he didn’t feel like dressing up.  Sitting on the bed he tossed the shirt on and pulled the pants on.  “Okay something is seriously fucked.”  The pants were too long to the point he would have to roll them up.  Trying to figure out if he was just still drunk or something else was afoot he sat there looking at his feet trying to figure out if they were smaller too. Slipping his shoes on he sighed in relief as they fit.  The shirt was longer than he remembered.  Standing in the room he went into the bathroom without ducking and looked in the mirror again.  The dark circles under his eyes were huge and his eyes red from how much he was drinking everyday.  “Well what other craziness do I have to look forward to today?”

Going downstairs and out to the street people were walking around and things looked normal to him but Mitch was more than confused as things were at the wrong level.  Not wanting to bother with a cab since they were smaller in Europe he started walking down the sidewalk and realized he wasn’t looking down on most everyone. Not wanting to appear out of place he didn’t say anything but was looking at his phone for a moment to find a café for lunch.  After being seated his back started hurting as he sat in the simple outdoor chair and it made no sense as he looked confused and annoyed as he studied the menu. Being a tourist area the menu was in English fortunately.

He kept looking around taking in the other patrons but never focusing on any particular one.  Placing his order he kept shifting in the chair trying to be comfortable and the waitress was looking at him wondering what the problem was but Mitch smiled at her to indicate things were fine.  

What does your muse do when they're alone?

INT. ELIOT’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

A delicate hand reaches into an old oak nightstand and returns with a gently curving cylinder of sorts…

I’m kidding (no I’m not).

Eliot listens to a lot of old music, and he reads more than I think most people would expect. Intellectualism is not the center of his identity as with some adorable floppy-haired nerds who shall not be named here, but he definitely has an escapist streak. Being the only homo from a literal farming town will do that to you.

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♪: What factors and events shaped how your muse views sex and sexual matters? Were they influenced by other people or did their own experiences shape their view of it?       Jamie was hugely influenced by her husband. He was her everything. They learned each other better than any pair of human beings on the planet. And it became a natural, easy thing, even with their openness, which was (at the time) frowned upon. And now that he’s gone, she carries a lot of that over into her current relationships.

❣: How comfortable are they talking about sexual matters? Do they have any problems discussing sexual things in front of strangers or acquaintances?       She is all about being blunt and frank. Someone should know her full expectations before entering a relationship or even a one night stand with her. What’s more, Jamie doesn’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of when it comes to sex, so she really has no problem discussing her interests.