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windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
lostandfinder) wrote in windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days
If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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SEVEN DAYS LATER ...
Of course, maybe the universe wasn't being as kind as he had figured. As soon as he had thought that, a familiar voice echoed across the street into the outdoor section of the café where Sefton was cleaning, calling his name. He whipped around to face in the direction of the voice—Jeremiah's voice—and saw his old friend excitedly waving at him from the other side of the crossing.
This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.
Except that it was, and it continued to happen when Jeremiah ran into his personal space and clapped his hands around Sefton's shoulders, serving as both a greeting and a way to straighten Sefton in preparation for a hug.
"Hey, man! I knew it was you! What are you doing here?" Pulling back, Jeremiah readjusted his glasses while Sefton stared. This... was a nightmare. That had to be it.