“Oh, come on. Live a little. Laugh a little. I’m kidding!” About the sending nudes part, anyways. There are quite a few people sending him nudes right now, but his ringer is off, so unless S can sense it in their heart that Vin is out here getting dick pics by the dozen…
“I wouldn’t disrespect your humble forest life like that. It’s too clean out here. Untouched by… nastiness. That isn’t like, murder.”
Insert a strange tinge of nervous laughter. It does get more genuine but at first it is quite unsettling.
“Of course you are. Of course, you are.“ It’s really not even the receiving that took them out – but sending, oof, that’d be something else altogether.
“Absolutely wonderful. Caring for those left out by others is just absolutely delightful to do. Hah, I can imagine those followers definitely enjoy the chances to have a great time in your honor.” A small wistful sigh. “A bit of a shame that there’s nothing really to compare to those memories.”
“I have the internet now. I don’t need to leave.” Vin is going to tuck himself inside of his expensive hoodie now, arms and chin pulled inside for warmth. But nevertheless, he feels a chill run down his spine. “S— darling— you have WiFi, right?”
“Fair.“ If nothing else, access to the internet did make existence all the easier to bare. “I do actually have WiFi, of course, I do. It’s pretty high quality too so.. not a bad place to hole up for some time.“ Something had to come out of having Internet access even out in the forests.
“Oh, those must have been the times. There’s nothing like looking after the outcasts and allowing them to let loose. The energy generated by that must have been amazing. Missing those days only makes sense really.”
“I can’t be seen anywhere like this. I simply can’t.” He’s inviting himself to a seat now, but at least he doesn’t sit on top of Saima’s book. “So I suppose I’ll just hide out in the middle of nowhere for, I don’t know, five years.”
“Right.“ Because this is the sort of dilemma where hiding away is necessary. But they can’t blame him for this impulse, not really.
“Five years? Well, alright – if you’re actually up to being in the middle of nowhere for that long. Figure you might get restless enough to get out even sooner though.“
Quinn nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard a voice behind them, fear running through them in a cold shock as they blinked up at the being watching them. Teasing them.
Fuck.
“Are these yours …? You can have them back.” Assuming they’d unknowingly crossed into their territory in their wanderings, and now trying to resolve the situation – assuming this being was a threat and angry – without any critical thought. Just doing, stammering through sentences, ready to run if need be. Their instincts operated on a principle of fear first, observation later. For now all they knew was that they’d been not only found but called out by someone who wasn’t quite human.
“’m sorry …”
The sheer fear that the person seemed to experience was quite entertaining from Saima’s point of view. Although, it’s probably best that they at least try to calm the poor kid down after giving them such a fright.
“I mean, these are some of my wandering grounds but it’s not like I’m claiming the leaves. Just thought it was curious that you were out here.“ They settle into a somewhat more recognizably benign tone, if only for the sake of the lone explorer.
“You don’t need to apologize, I was really just kidding at you. You just seemed so dedicated that I couldn’t resist giving you something of a shock.“
“I bought plum oil for sixty euro, and I’m-“ he’s getting all choked up, but it’s probably just the pepper in the pasta trying to kill him- “I’m breaking out!” As soon as he can breathe again he shoves another forkful into his mouth. Carbs help. “*My forehead is disgusting*.” There’s like…one whitehead.
They listen carefully, although thinking that sixty euro might be a bit for some plum oil. Nonetheless, the news of a breakout causes a sympathetic sigh.
“I’m sorry. I know that’s definitely a trying time. Hopefully, that whitehead clears out sooner rather than later.“
“ yeah. I try my best, but when all I have to interpret is a picture of a FISH or something, it’s not a lot to work with it… ” sometimes, that’s just the way magic was. but maybe he was better off not divining at all. there were plenty of people who worked well with the mystique of the whole thing; he, however, preferred his answers simple & clear cut! “ I’ll leave the fortune-telling to the Ms. Cleo’s of the world. I think I’m gonna stay out of it for now… ”
Saima sounded like they had a pretty interesting cache of talents themself, though! “ sounds cool! so all of that, and you’re kind of like… a muse? ” he gives a playfully discerning look to the other. “ I can see it! do people
randomly
try to draw you a lot? ” the dramatic scene of that cliche iceberg movie comes to mind, but he doesn’t know the other well enough to be sure that he can make stupid jokes about it– not quite yet. so he refrains, though not without an amused smile. “ I’m not really an artist, so it probably won’t work on me… but if I end up writing a song about you, I’ll let you know! ”
“True, true. With not a lot to work with – maybe leaving it to someone else might be a better choice.” Saima could sympathize with the frustration of working with the mystique of trying to get answers. Maybe it’s something that could be worked with another time.
At the question, they chuckle. “Yeah, all of that. And I have served as a muse for people before. Inspired writings, paintings and all that.” They know that could lead one to make some dumb jokes about it. “Hah, feel free to let me know if anything happens. No problem if nothing comes out of it. ”
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