#scintillis

✧ ✦ ✧ And at last I see the light ✧ ✦ ✧

A notice in the mailbox. A simple and inconspicuous trigger. But it wasn’t the thought of a festival that had enticed Ancha. It was the poster that followed along, enthralling, beautiful, the lanterns spreading out across the dark blue of the smooth paper surface like stars speckled upon the night sky. He had been out walking his new pup. Rho, Chiwon had called it. Rho, Ancha had repeated and treasured the name deeply within his heart. The dog was in every way possible a denizen of planet Earth, but somehow simply the name made him feel more at home. As if though his world had been brought just a bit closer to him -- a rather foolish sentiment considering Rho Aquarii was unfathomably far away from him by human standards. Perhaps he was adapting to more values and sentiment than he believed.

@scintillis​

Where on earth had it disappeared off to?

Some people lost their pets -- dogs, cats, birds, whatever -- when they had to deal with chasing down a living being they claimed ownership over. In some way Jae In supposed this could also count as a pet. In some weird, very obscure way. It had been a while since he lost anything -- not counting materialistic objects, which he somehow seemed to misplace on a regular basis -- but when he had finally done a headcount, he was missing a couple of letters.

Yeah, he’s bleeding, but he doesn’t look like he cares. A cut from sprinting full force into window he didn’t see and shattering it on impact. (Wasn’t very good glass, now was it? He’d done that business a favour.) Holding a hand over the wound on the back of his hand, Angelo smiled, shrugging half-heartedly at the whole thing.

“Hm?” Amongst the unfortunate places to locate a lost wallet, the supermarket probably has to be near the top of the list, at least for the person who is now missing it. Just as he bends down to reach the kilo packs of salt near the lower shelves, Jekyll spots it on the ground, and immediate concern fills him. He can’t say that he likes the thought of going through someone’s personal belongings -- through his occupation, he often has to know more personal details about others, but this is a different matter entirely -- but if he has no means of locating the original owner with, he knows he will only feel even worse knowing he could possibly have made a difference.

It is with hesitation that he does so, but soon the wallet is open: unfortunately the ID card within does not help him out, written in a language he recognises as Korean, but does not know how to read. Long forgotten is already any form of further shopping -- possessing a just heart by nature, the doctor simply cannot let this be ignored, and soon his path brings him across a young man who seems like he could be searching for more than just groceries. It is a wild shot, but Jekyll has no choice but to ask. “Excuse me! Did you perhaps lose your wallet?” he begins, but then realises that if the identification card is in Korean, the other might not understand Japanese. English might be his first language, but after being summoned in the second Holy Grail War, it has almost become more natural for him to speak in the local tongue. Fortunately though it appears he gets a reaction.

Terry Pratchett Sentence Starters || Accepting

Was this a riddle? It had to be a riddle right? Either it was some pun or joke or whatever or this fella had ties to the good doctor and Hyde had simply not been paying attention during the consultation. Wouldn’t be the first time. Certainly he did find amusement in people spilling their innermost worries and woe-be-me’s the moment they encountered a medical figure, but it got tiresome to listen to in the end. He would simply start finding amusement in the thought of Henry Jekyll of all people acting as some therapist. He resided within his mind, Hyde of all people knew how fucked up the doctor really was, and him being relied on for sorting out other people’s messes was fucking hilarious.

But no, if this guy was a patient, Hyde honestly couldn’t remember him in the slightest. Maybe he should remember him from now on: the tree whisperer.