#the-self-exiled

Somehow Vali was walking in circles. Just over a month ago he’d left this town, but now he’d ended up here again after some adventures and hitching rides. Last time he was walking these streets, he’d been in a bad place, but probably still rosier and less of a wreck. Being young and pretty really got you far, but he’d run out of money a while ago and had been sleeping rough too many times. He could hardly remember why he’d even gone onto this endeavour to start with. It had gotten out of control quite some time ago.

His feet hurt and he sat down on a damp bench. Vali remembered the sweet lady he’d met here in this part of the city and considered going back to her. This time he had his wallet and papers with him, that was a positive change. But he felt so much worse and unproportionally older.

With a sigh, he took his backpack off and sat crossed legged, hugging it and rested his head on top. He clumsily got his cracked phone out of his backpocket and stared at it. Nine percent of battery life left. With the device as wonky and it was that wouldn’t be enough to dial a number and establish a connection, so he couldn’t ask her... Vali grunted and stashed it away. With a groan he got to his feet again and let his feet drag him to Crystallin’s neighbourhood. He still felt like turning around and not bothering her, but he was desperate and quite honestly, he missed her. As he looked at her front door, fighting with himself, he suddenly heard the rolling of thunder and rang her bell.

“That you are apparently not a fan of tea and biscuits,” she replied calmly, immediately sliding the rest across the small table towards her. If he wasn’t going to enjoy them then she would. “A shame really. I do believe it’s fresh honey in it.”

Once, he would have been quite satisfied with tea and biscuits. Perhaps a nice cup of herbal before bed one evening... or some Earl Grey to shake away the fogginess that would haunt him after an evening of debauchery.

But tea required the ability to hold that cup without shattering it in his paw. Biscuits required the dexterity of fingers and not claws to pick up the small baked goods.

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Jess let out a groan and peered at Crystallin, hiding a yawn behind her hand

Send “Hey Babe, who’s this?” for your muse to save mine from being hit on at a bar. Alternatively, send “+Hey Babe, who’s this?” for my muse to save yours

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“Huh. Is that so...?” spoke the head on the right arm, seemingly interested. A memory...huh?

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“Yeh, tha’ lady’s got a good point there mate!” Chris quickly chimed in, though he silenced himself swiftly and continued to smile politely from behind the safety of this stranger.

The larger of the two gentlemen gazed down at the woman, and for a moment, he did consider her words as he scratched at his balding head, “True, the bloke is a right coward, but...Uh...” The man seemed confused for a moment, and strangely felt less of a motivation for cracking someone’s head open like an egg, “...Maybe I lost it too, I...I should go check shouldn’t I?”