dotedotted:
“the same as you,” or similar enough. while her home might have been made in the metropolitan bustle of centria, dot had never been a fan of the constant noise. it had grated on her in the other world, when the bar would get crowded on game nights and the sound would rise to a clamor. it was more irritating than anything else. too loud to think - that was what her one coworker, tommy, had always called it. dot had to agree with the notion. here, though, the quiet was mostly undisturbed. still and not full of people who stink of desperation and fear. “i like the quiet.”
he wasn’t opposed to company, he sometimes ever longed for it, and in this particular moment he was glad it was dot that showed up. when he looked at her, he felt calm. she didn’t strike him as a threat. he relaxed, feeling himself sink ever so slightly into the grass as he took a seat and patted the spot next to him. he set the bow down in it’s case and worked his way through the arrows, individually polishing and sharpening each one. “what’s on your mind?”











