"Oh, you know. Just had a brain worm and couldn't get it out." He stands awkwardly outside the door, unsure if he wants to come in or not.
The shift into December seems to have dulled him a little, not quite somber but less enthusiastic. He'll swear it's seasonal depression, affects everyone but a little hard to call it that when the sun don't shine on the Barge.
"I don't think I'm really a tea guy, but I will take coffee or water, not really all that picky aside from that." He does step in, shoving the abused and wrinkled piece of paper in his pocket to find a good spot to lean against the table they'd sat at before.
"I should have asked if this was a good time, sorry. Is it?"
"Always a good time. Water it is." She hasn't bothered getting a coffee maker, since she doesn't drink it. But she might now. "Angelica, go lie down," she adds, giving the hound a friendly shove as she steps 'inside,' coming back in a minute with two glasses. Because she likes to talk with something in her hands.
He isn't sure he believes that, though who knows. Maybe She and Ulla were celibate? He isn't about to ask though. He isn't sure he wants Angelica to leave when Taylor goes to get them water, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor while he waits, but she's back quickly enough, taking the glass and giving it a good pull before setting it down on the table.
"Uh, well I was talking with Sheehan. Though it was more a continuation of a conversation from a boat ride." He starts, trying to find something interesting to look at on the wall rather than her, "But anyways, we got talking about my parents, and...I guess I was thinking about what you said about visits, and I know you can leave, even if I can't...so? Maybe you could swing by for me this year since I can't." Though he's leaving out the context that she'd be visiting the dead rather than a pair of alive humans awkwardly, but he'll get to that. Just give him a minute.
She only has to think about that for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, I could probably do that. Iris is generous with rides, especially this time of year. Do you want me to take them something?"
"It'd be a quick thing. You don't have to stay as long as I usually do, but...I usually make them flowers, like the paper kind, drop a seal on them for weather protection. If no one steals them, sometimes they last all year." Which is again, weird without the context.
"I already started on them, but give me a week and they'll be finished. They take a little longer than just the usual shit. But um...I can draw out a map? Navigating an unfamiliar cemetery can get pretty difficult if you don't know where you're supposed to be looking. If you think you might need it I could give you a guidance spell, might help."
There's a brief blankness on her face at the word 'cemetery,' which entirely matches the way her mind whites out at the word. But it doesn't last, and she sips her own water, giving herself a moment.
"A map would be fine," she says quietly. "They're together?"
"I'll draw you one. It's not that hard to find, thankfully. The address good enough to get there for Iris, or do you need a little more?" He isn't sure how dimensional travel like that works, but he's starting to fidget a little now that it's rather obvious what he's asking her to do for him.
"Y-yeah, basically sharing a plot if you factor in how small it is. That shit's fucking expensive and It was a bit of a battle until I finally got my pay out. The government likes to work slow when everyone is shoving their hands in your face for cash." It hadn't been a smooth process at all and most of that year had been a fucking blur.
"Something of yours, and a city name, would probably do for Iris. I have no idea how her bus works, it's sort of alive?" She scrubs her hand through her hair, then smooths it down again.
"Well, the flowers I'm gonna send you with would be mine, but if you needed something else, just let me know." He could just let her borrow his Zune for an afternoon probably, that'd make it easier.
His ankles cross under the table, gently swinging back and forth as he tries not to look at her. "I just don't want to miss it just because I'm stuck here...their ghosts lft a long time ago, but I think It's still important." He huffs a soft laugh as a thought comes to him, "Maybe you can bring a cardboard cut out of me, then it'll be like I'm there all the time."
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The shift into December seems to have dulled him a little, not quite somber but less enthusiastic. He'll swear it's seasonal depression, affects everyone but a little hard to call it that when the sun don't shine on the Barge.
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"I should have asked if this was a good time, sorry. Is it?"
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"Tell me about the brain worm."
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"Uh, well I was talking with Sheehan. Though it was more a continuation of a conversation from a boat ride." He starts, trying to find something interesting to look at on the wall rather than her, "But anyways, we got talking about my parents, and...I guess I was thinking about what you said about visits, and I know you can leave, even if I can't...so? Maybe you could swing by for me this year since I can't." Though he's leaving out the context that she'd be visiting the dead rather than a pair of alive humans awkwardly, but he'll get to that. Just give him a minute.
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"I already started on them, but give me a week and they'll be finished. They take a little longer than just the usual shit. But um...I can draw out a map? Navigating an unfamiliar cemetery can get pretty difficult if you don't know where you're supposed to be looking. If you think you might need it I could give you a guidance spell, might help."
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"A map would be fine," she says quietly. "They're together?"
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"Y-yeah, basically sharing a plot if you factor in how small it is. That shit's fucking expensive and It was a bit of a battle until I finally got my pay out. The government likes to work slow when everyone is shoving their hands in your face for cash." It hadn't been a smooth process at all and most of that year had been a fucking blur.
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"Yeah, I know how that goes."
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His ankles cross under the table, gently swinging back and forth as he tries not to look at her. "I just don't want to miss it just because I'm stuck here...their ghosts lft a long time ago, but I think It's still important." He huffs a soft laugh as a thought comes to him, "Maybe you can bring a cardboard cut out of me, then it'll be like I'm there all the time."