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Who: Keith and YOU
When: February
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Getting settled, finding stray cats, finding "clothes" and some full moon vamp shenanigans
Warnings: Will add as necessary

A. The Forge
[Since arriving at Aefenglom and hearing about everything that happened at the hands of the Rathmore’s, Keith’s decided he’s going to need to prioritize getting his hands on a decent weapon. With his bayard out of commission for whatever reason, the Forge is probably the best place to find a replacement.

There’s a lot going on there though, with dragons and all sorts of projects being worked on and he can’t help looking around a little wide-eyed with amazement.]

Woah.

[He does his best not to stare too long at anything, but eventually his curiosity gets the better of him.]

Where’d you get the material to make that?

B. A Mew Friend

1. Encounter:
[..... But sometimes you start heading home and you’re interrupted by an insistent noise coming from the garbage can at the end of an alleyway. Keith pauses briefly, peering around for the source of the noise. Aefenglom is, of course, home to quite a lot of magical creatures and he isn’t sure what to expect from whatever is evidently stuck inside the garbage. Keith gives whoever is near by a glance.]

Gonna take a look.

[But seeing as you just never know, Keith pulls out a knife and makes his way over to the distressed noise. Much to his relief, when he looks inside the garbage….]

Oh.

[He reaches in to pick up the stray kitten and holds it out]

Is this yours?

2. Open to people at or visiting the Voltron haus
[After sneaking the kitten inside the house, Keith has been spending an awful lot of time holed up in the attic, apparently by himself. How suspicious…. Or not suspicious at all But should anyone come to poke around the attic or check on him, they’ll find the attic door is locked and jiggling the door handle only gets a slightly panicked:]

H-hey! What do you want?

C. Clothes Shopping
[Between the decision to get himself a sword and also acquire food for The Cat, getting himself new clothes had not been very high on Keith’s bucket list of priorities. His paladin armor was serving him just fine -- it’s durable, warm and it covers up everything that needs covering up.

But there comes a point where the Altean magical whatever that had kept the armor in pristine condition becoming nonresponsive in Aefenglom poses a bit of a problem. And that problem is boy stank. He may wash every day, but clothes -- especially heavy armor -- need to be given time to air out, you know?]

So while you’re out looking through clothes…. Well, Keith will be eyeing this jacket and sighing deeply.]

I just want my old jacket back.

D. Full Moon
[For all the warnings that he’s received about full moons and monster transformations, Keith should have been on edge all day, but instead he’s slept through almost all of it. As weird as that is for him, Keith genuinely thinks this could have been worse. It isn’t a thought that lasts long however, as night begins to fall. The restlessness is what kicks in first, slowly but steadily until he’s practically wearing the floorboards of his room down with his ceaseless pacing. He’s unbonded and he’s been told repeatedly that he might be a danger to people if he goes outside, but he’s not entirely certain in what way just yet.

That is until the hunger sets in. A hunger that refuses to abate even after angrily eating the bread that’s been left out on the counter. Hunger that only seems to intensify when he spots his roommates walking around the house. The word “vampire” sounds ridiculous in his own head, but he knows it isn’t -- not at Aefenglom anyway, and for the life of him he can’t bring himself to endanger his friends just by existing near them. He doesn’t know exactly where he’s going, but he needs to go outside -- somewhere safe, somewhere he can wait out the worst of his hunger.

But of course, not everything always goes according to plan. Somewhere along his attempt to run from the residential district to the outer walls separating Aefenglglom from the Wilde, he runs into someone. Unthinking, he snarls.]

Watch where you’re going!

E. Wildcard
[As always, I’m down for any other ideas that you may have for threads. Feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk partyraven if you’d like to hash something specifc out!]

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[ lance...has one change of clothes. one. that's about it. but it's better than keith, at least!! still, dear lord, these two really need new clothes. and who better to ask to come along with them other than the style expert himself: stiles!

(is that why he's named stiles. did you name yourself that boy)

lance is going through some clothes on a rack across of keith. when he hears keith speak, lance peeks over to see what he's looking at and-- ]

No. No, you are not getting that jacket and I refuse to be seen with you wearing it.

[ he looks over at stiles for his input. help him out here! ]

[ Sensing that look, Stiles glances up from where he’s been browsing jackets and immediately cringes. God, Lance was not kidding when he said Keith needed serious help clothes shopping. ]

Dude, do you want to look like a washed-out hooker from the nineties? Put that back.

[ Maybe that’s a sign, though. Does Keith prefer crop tops…? Weird, in Stiles’ opinion, but maybe they can compromise with a fitted jacket? Hmm…what about…this! Pulling it free, Stiles holds it up against Keith’s chest and eyes him. ]

Lance, what do you think?

[ Shh, Keith. You don’t get a say. ]

[Keith blinks, clearly a little taken aback for a second. He doesn't quite do as instructed and put the jacket back, but judging from the look he's giving Stiles when he gets the fitted jacket pressed up to him, he's got... a lot more questions now than he did before.]

Is that really what hookers wore in the 90s?

[AN APPARENTLY ENTIRELY GENUINE QUESTION. He shoots Lance a dubious look as if to say "confirm or deny????" then looks back at Stiles.]

Do you know a lot of hookers?

[ suddenly, lance regrets bringing keith here. no he does not know what hookers in the 90s look like but he's pretty sure stiles doesn't know any hookers.

or does he.....

lance just shrugs at keith when keith looks to him for an answer, then also turns to look at stiles. ]

I feel like I owe you an apology.

I accept apologies in the form of cash or check, [ he says distractedly and – because no one commented on it – throws the jacket over Keith’s head for safekeeping as a “maybe.” ] And no, I don’t personally know any hookers.

[ Diving back into the racks, Stiles continues the search. ]

You gotta give me something to work with here, buddy. What colors do you like? Patterns? I mean, we’re kind of screwed with Ye Olde fashion here, but…

Hey!

[But there goes the jacket. It lands neatly on top of Keith's head. After shooting the pair of them a disgruntled look from between the sleeves, he pulls it off and begrudgingly drapes the coat over his arm. His emo boy mullet is now thoroughly ruffled, which is something he chooses to fix by giving his head a quick shake.]

I like red. And black. [They're the only colors in the rainbow in the future, did you know?] Don't like anything fussy. Like I was saying, I just want something like my old jacket. Lance, you remember what it looked like, right?

[ because lance's player totally forgot to reply to stiles and got distracted by hookers, lance is going to look at the jacket he throws over keith's head. ] Okay, the jacket Stiles picked out is actually good, so yes, [ he turns to look at stiles. ] it's a TOTAL yes from me.

[ as for colors, god. keith is so typical. lance is at least a little more versatile in his fashion sense, and he's guessing stiles is too. he turns to face keith with a disapproving look on his face. ]

Your old jacket would've been better if it wasn't cropped to your ribcage.

[ yeah. IT WAS PRETTY BAD. ]

Edited 2020-02-17 02:02 (UTC)

[ Ah, so that’s why Keith was so hung up on the first jacket pulled from the rack; nostalgia and sentimental value. Feeling a little sympathetic now, Stiles takes that jacket – which is still in Keith’s hands, give it up, pal! – and then firmly places it over Keith’s arm with the second jacket. Yes, Keith. You now have Stiles’ unofficial blessing to pursue your washed-out, nineties hooker dreams. Remember, stay safe! Don’t do anything he wouldn’t do, slugger. ]

You got something against his waist, Lance? [ he teases, brows raised. ] This sounds pretty personal.

[ Meanwhile, he’s dragged out the next red jacket he can find. ]

[Keith shoots Lance a look.]

It was comfortable.

[Keith tries not to sound indignant, but he can't keep it out of his tone or off his face. He'd be folding his arms if his arms weren't being used as a makeshift clothesrack right now.

But speaking of which, when Stiles grabs the (horrible) red coat out of his hands, he's tempted to put up some resistance. Ultimately he decides not to because he can tell these two are gonna dunk on him if he holds onto it, but then.... to his surprise??]

....oh.

[Tacit approval isn't what he was expecting here and when the surprise clears a little, he looks up and gives Stiles a smile of appreciation. Maybe Lance's new buddy isn't so bad, after all...?! His expression only brightens further at Stiles' next selection.]

Okay. Gotta admit, I like that one a lot. Would be a good one for racing. too.

[A beat.]

How much is that one anyway? I commissioned a sword from the Forge so I don't have a lot of cunes on me.

Edited 2020-02-21 09:05 (UTC)

Whoa whoa whoa, Keith's waistline has nothing to do with any of this!

[ WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT!! stiles!! you traitor!!! it's fine though, lance just lets out a groan as keith gets stiles' blessing. but the next jacket? okay, lance can get behind that. he actually grins when he looks at it -- and then at keith -- and back at the jacket. ]

Alright, alright! That one pretty much screams Keith and it's pretty nice, so you know what? Live your wildest jacket dreams, buddy.

[ keith...will get lance's blessing for this one. thank god. he takes another look at the first jacket and grimaces a bit but as long as keith's got another option, he can deal with it. ... probably.

then, he turns to stiles: ]

So, what about you? Need help picking anything out?

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[ The smug satisfaction that comes from selecting approved pieces of clothes cannot be understated. Beaming, Stiles hands the third jacket over to Keith without checking the price tag. He has a feeling that lack of funds is going to crush all these good feelings. ]

Uhh, you’re gonna have to check the price yourself. I can’t read cunes, [ he blatantly lies. To Lance, he casts a longing look at the clothes before shaking his head. ] Nah. I can’t afford anything. What about you?

[Keith accept the coat from Stiles, immediately glancing at the price tag. Frankly, he still has no grasp on how much a cune is worth relative to GAC or to the currency back home, but when he looks back up his expression is a little sour.]

....I think I can afford this if I stop feeding the cat. Or find a second job.

[DEEP SIGH.]

Things were a lot easier when we were on the castleship and Allura was paying for everything.

Yeah, no, can't really afford any of this either. I don't think we can count on Allura for help right now, either.

[ basically, THEY ALL BROKE AS HELL. and yet... ]

But man, we seriously need new clothes! I don't think I can go another day wearing this.

[ he gestures to his body suit. yep, he's wearing one that's all black with padded shoulders. it's comfy but not exactly aesthetically pleasing in a place like aefenglom. ]

What are the chances that bargaining's gonna work around here?

I want to hear about the castleship and your sugar momma later –

[ Assuming Allura is a momma and not a daddy. ]

– but did you two seriously drag me out shopping without any money!? What, did you think I was gonna pay for everything?

[ IS THAT THE REAL REASON YOU ASKED, LANCE!! WAS THIS A SET UP!? ]

[ Oh, Trevor's... been here before. Wanting to get away from everyone in fear of possibly hurting them. He was sort of dealing with the overwhelming urge to feed, however, but the cranky restless state? Yeah he's been there... it's not just his every day thing.

So when he gets suddenly snarled at, he leans back and is confused?? because what the hell he was totally watching where he was going? Full moons always make hi a bit antsy, sure, but he's a little more mellowed out this one as opposed to previous ones. ]

I... was, thanks?

[ Nearly tripping over his feet, he straightens up then, looking like a pale mess with those dark circles under his eyes. Oof. ]

Maybe you should not try and bite someone's head off for running into them.

[Keith continues to bristle. What's frustrating is that he can damn well tell that the reaction is irrational, but for the life of him he can't make the restlessness stop either. He balls his hands into fists, taking several shaky deep breaths.]

I'm not -- [No, he's still keyed up, still far too tense. The mantra "patience yields focus" comes to mind, though patience may also very well be the last thing he needs if he just wants to make a hasty escape from civilization. One way or another, he gives this another shot.]

Okay, look. This is a really bad time. I'm really hungry and I don't feel like myself.

[ Well, let's see here. Grumpy. Hands balled into fists. Bad time. Hungry. Full moon. This is either a really stressed out Witch or a Monster going through some changes here. Trevor's... been there... and it sucks. A lot. ]

Hungry for what? You need food or something?

[ He doesn't really have a lot of money on him at the moment but if this kid(??) here needs something... ]

[Blood. The response sits like lead in his thoughts, refusing to actually come out and be made more tangible by being verbalized. Keith bites his lower lip, ducking eye contact entirely. Everything about this is irrational -- vampires are part of the norm at Aefenglom and moreover it's not as though he chose to become one.

But it's still not normal for him, and he doesn't quite know how to reconcile this hunger he's now feeling with the taboo of drinking blood of any kind except to internalize it as shame.]

I... I don't know. [It's a boldfaced lie if his body language says anything. He's never been good at hiding things or lying when it comes down to it. He swallows.] ...I just can't be around other people. I'm probably turning into a vampire.

[ Oh. Well... that might explain a few things there. Yeah. ]

A vampire.

[ He says it back to him, not as a means to discredit what he says but more... just confirming that... and he just SIGHS a bit then. Christ, he never wishes that sort of "monster choice" on anyone. It's honestly the shittiest since you're guaranteed to die before you fully transform. Talk about getting the short end of the stick, right? ]

Well, guess that makes two of us then. [ Another sigh, he drags a hand down over his mouth, keeping it there as he looks to him before he lets it drop. ] Has anyone talked to you about being one? Or do you... I don't know... know what they are?

[ Let's just start there. ]

[Keith looks up sharply, expression betraying more curiosity than he realizes.]

You're a vampire?

[He was bound to run into another vampire at some point of course, but he hasn't made any attempts to reach out on the network to find others. Probably because it was easier to think whatever was happening to him this full moon would pass if he just kept it together and stayed away from everyone else.]

I don't know a lot about them. They're not real where I'm from. Just supposed to be these fictional monsters that can turn into bats. [He looks briefly down at the ground.] And drink blood. Dunno how much of that is still the same at Aefenglom.

Right. So... you know about them at least.

[ That's...good?? He guesses. Vampires are a VERY REAL THING where he comes from so seeing and hearing that they exist here wasn't the difficult pill to swallow. It was the whole becoming one thing but... this isn't about him, so, story time put off for another day. Maybe. ]

Let's go down that list there. [ to which he starts counting off his fingers ] They're real. Fictional in some worlds but not this one. Turning into a bat is a thing, I've done it but it was more a giant... man-bat sort of thing. [ batty boy trevor was... a time. ] Blood drinking is... a yes. There's really no way around that, unfortunately.

[ And trust that he hates that as well. ]

I don't know how far along you are but my first month here I grew fangs and got really annoyed with everyone. More than usual I guess. [ Just gonna say it ] I'm not going to blame you or judge you for not wanting to drink blood, I tried to hold out for as long as I could but believe me when I say it's going to hurt you more the longer you do... and you might end up hurting someone else, too.

[There's a notable silence after he runs through that checklist. It adheres ... decently well to vampire lore from his world, for whatever that's worth, but familiarity doesn't provide a whole lot of comfort here. This is his life now, is it? Slowly turning into a giant blood sucking bat? He clenches his teeth, hands balling into fists again.]

"How far along I am." [He repeats the phrase, tone as hollow as the bitter laugh that follows.] Is there some sort of step-by-step process here? I don't know. I haven't really noticed anything different. [A beat.] No. That's not true. I've been tired. [Unnaturally tired for someone as active as he is.] Hunger started up with the full moon. Haven't noticed anything else. No fangs, nothing. Just...

[Keith lapses into silence for a moment, brow creasing.]

How is not drinking blood going to make this worse? I thought that was just if you didn't have a bond.

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[ Honestly, he never thought he'd be giving the "hi, welcome to vampire life" welcoming speech to someone and yet, here he is. But, he figures it's better he just know rather than deal with some rude surprises along the way. Or less of them at least. ]

You'll get more tired in the sun over time. Until you become a full vampire. Then it's absolutely no sun or you'll burn.

[ He's not quite there yet himself but he knows it's coming soon. He's been here near six months now, time is almost up. ]

Having a bond helps keep you from losing your shit, especially around the full moons. [ So he recommends those. Yeah. ] But not drinking blood at all... ever had hunger pains before? Because that's what happens. Vampires need blood to survive. The longer you try and go without it? The more pain you're going to be in to the point where it drives you mad.

[ It happened to him, he lasted two months before he couldn't take it anymore. ]

You're also... going to die.

[ Just... going to put that out there. ]

[There's.... a lot to unpack here, but that last bit completely eclipses over everything else.]

Wait. What?

[The question is practically yelped -- no veneer of stoicism, no facade of bitter acceptance, just a dude being totally blindsided.]

[ Yeah, that one's... a bit of a doozy. But, better he know than figure it out whenever the hell it happens to him. ]

Not right away, so don't get weepy.

[ A sigh, he lets his arms fold in front of his chest. ]

It's how you become a full vampire. The end of the transformation or whatever the hell you want to call it. Vampires are the undead after all. You know. Die as a human, rise as a vampire.

[ Again, he sighs a bit. ]

I know it's a lot and it's a shit thing to hear. We sort of got screwed in the whole monster roulette. But... it's better you know. That's why I'm telling you.

[It's still cold out, but the forge is warm inside with the hearthfire lit and blazing, smoke trailing from the chimney. Toothless is idly gnawing on a large leather fish-shaped toy, near the fire to keep warm, but he's the first to notice Keith entering. His ear fins perk, and he lets out a rumbling purr that sounds like a question, somehow. Hiccup doesn't pay much attention, pounding straight a piece of red-hot metal on the anvil, sleeves rolled up and leather apron on, thick amber-colored goggles resting on top of his head; Toothless always glances up when they have visitors, and usually it's just Percy or Tony, or someone who drops in to use the forge more infrequently.]

Huh? I, uh, I buy steel and iron in town, or I salvage good scrap when I can find it, and lately I've been working on an alchemy project- [The hammer clangs down on the metal again, but clatters to the anvil when he finally takes a second to look up.]

Keith?

[Toothless's inquisitive rumble gets a grin. Keith has always had a soft spot for animals from cuddly to scaly and dragons are no exception. Of course, at Aefenblom, seeing that people can also be dragons, he's learned not to approach so freely. Still, the desire to hold out his hand for the black dragon to sniff lingers on, even after he's turned his attention to the man working at the Forge.

He'd been about to ask what kind of alchemy project the guy's working on, but the thought is completely derailed when he hears his own name. The surprise is obvious, one eyebrow practically disappearing into his hairline.]

....yeah? [He takes half a step back, putting some space between them in order to properly study Hiccup. The staring doesn't help, of course; Keith has never seen this man before. Immediately, he's a little on guard, shoulders tense.] Can I help you?

[Oh. That's not... the reaction he was expecting. Hiccup looks pretty obviously at a loss, like he's been thrown into a situation that is completely and utterly baffling. Honestly, he has.] You- [He starts, pointing for just a moment, before his hand falls back to his side and he exhales.] You have no idea who I am. That's- That shouldn't be so surprising. Right.

[He picks the hammer back up and sets it aside, and then grabs his tongs to dip the hot metal into the barrel of water next to the anvil. It hisses and steams, and he wipes his hands off on the front of his leather apron. He's still a bit at a loss, but- Well. Keith's friend had forgotten everything about his first time here, too. It just hadn't been so awkward because he barely knew that guy.

Keith had been his roommate. Keith had helped him put up these very walls.] Can I help you? [Right. Going to have to treat this like a first meeting.] You- you're the one who came all the way out here.

[You have no idea who I am. Immediately Keith wants to ask if he's supposed to , but the question practically answered itself before Hiccup had uttered a single word. Confusion rapidly turning to concern, Keith's brow furrows. He doesn't take another step back, but he folds his arms, body language getting defensive even if he stays quiet for the time being.

He doesn't know what to make of this, but when the man continues with that shouldn't be so surprising, his brow knits further. The questions multiply in his head, catalyzed by the cryptic nature of the conversation. There's obviously a lot he doesn't know here, and he's never been fond of getting a face full of information asymmetry.]

Because I heard I could commission a sword out here. [A beat. Then direct and to the point:] But now I've got a whole bunch of other questions. What am I supposed to remember about you? And why?

[This could be going better. Honestly, though, it was never going to go well - Hiccup is realistic enough to see that. There just isn't an easier way to tell someone that you used to know them - before, from a time they have no memory of.

Toothless mrrs an inquisitive sound at Hiccup, and he just shakes his head, mumbling to the dragon in tired exasperation,] The gods hate me, bud. [They almost seem to have a conversation with their eyes alone before he manages to turn back to Keith, exhaling.]

Sure. Sword. Let's do that instead of have this horrible awkward conversation. [He starts dryly, but he knows he's not going to be able to push his luck that far.] Gods. Has- has nobody else told you you were here before? For- a while, actually. I knew-... that Keith, I guess. [But he's not really wanting to get into the specifics, honestly.] Then he left. Disappeared. Whatever happens when- when someone isn't here anymore.

[The 'and now here you are again' is implied.]

[AS Hiccup turns his attention back to Toothless, Keith slides his hands into his pockets where they form tight fists. It's not that he's seriously contemplating shaking answers out of the guy -- especially not while he's got his dragon friend to keep him protected, but the avoidance is starting to make him antsy as well.

He can tell he's not going to like this answer before Hiccup's even given him one and, to nobody's surprise, he indeed does not like the answer when it finally comes out. The annoyance that had slowly been building up hits a brick wall of confusion, and Keith's expression falters visibly.]

No....? [There's something almost vulnerable in his tone, something Keith hates hearing in his own voice. He clears his throat immediately, as if forcing himself to sound more assertive might mask the fact that he feels like he's been dropkicked.]

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No. Nobody's said anything about that.

[Which ought to be suspicious enough to be liberating. There are over a milion pairs of eyes in Aefenblom and not a single one of them seemed to have recognized him before Hiccup. It should be clearance to dismiss the idea entirely, but it's just so plain to see in the guy's body language and tone that he's telling the truth. Keith takes a deep steadying breath, trying to organize the implications of that.]

Someone told me that while we're here, we don't lose time back home. [Another breath.] Nobody's ever said anything about losing all memory of this place when you leave it.

[And that's about as far as he can manage in calmer tones because damn it there was something that happened to Shiro in the future and he was going to keep it from ever happening when he returned home--]

Look. Are you positive it was me? How do you even know we're the same person and not -- [Fuck, He grabs at the first out he can think of.] I don't know. Some alternate reality version of me?

[Avoidance is so much easier than having a conversation he's not prepared for and never expected to have, honestly. He'd avoid like hell if he could. Unfortunately Keith had kind of gotten the drop on him (which is mean to say, because it's not like any of this was on purpose), not leaving him time to swing into the saddle and fly away. Though he still occasionally glances at Toothless like that's what he wants to do.]

He wasn't very social. We lived out here, in the- the house at the back of the property. [He decides not to mention that Shiro was around when the other Keith vanished; no sense in causing problems for either of them with unnecessary information. What's done is done. Hopefully that's enough of an explanation why no one mentioned it to him before.]

That's possible. My Bonded - he saw parts of his life in his mirror. Things that happened after the last thing he remembered when he first showed up here. The him in the mirror, going through everything, I don't think he remembered Aefenglom. I don't know for sure. I don't think anyone does.

[He just stares for a minute, expression gone flat and voice dry.] His name was Keith, he looked a lot like you, he piloted a space robot. That's about all I know for sure. It's- it's- it's not like I have any more experience with this than you do! I d- I definitely don't expect you to be the same person my friend was, but- you know, you absolutely caught me off guard here.

[Keith lapses into a short silence after that. He's on edge, he's unhappy with the implications that are coming out of what's being said, but he can't fully ignore the fact that he's not the only one who's experiencing some level of distress over this.

There was definitely a Keith, alright. A Keith who was also, apparently, a paladin. A Keith who may or may not be someone who's easier to think of as an entity separate from himself because the thought of pure inconsequentiality is crushing the air out of his lungs where he stands, but a Keith nonetheless. A Keith who was obviously important to this stranger who he is now antagonizing further by being too caught up in his own perspective on the matter. Sucking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly. It does nothing to slow the adrenaline charged rhythm of his heart, but his tone softens significantly.]

Look. [He says, paradoxically looking away.] I'm sorry, ok? I came in here to ask about getting a sword made and if there were any apprenticeships available because my bayard isn't working and I don't know what other kind of work I'd rather do.

[Seriously. Is he supposed to go dress up real nice and work at a teashop like Allura? With his social skills? Ugh.]

Not whatever... this conversation ended up being.

Edited 2020-02-25 08:46 (UTC)

[It's a bad situation all around. One he would have gladly avoided, but here Keith is again, and some part of him is still happy to see him. Except it isn't the same him, so he has to tamp that down and- Ugh. It's all so confusing.]

No, it's- You couldn't have known. It's fine. I'm sorry I kind of... sprung all this on you, but I didn't know either, you know? [How could either of them have known? Sometimes this world throws things at you that you don't expect and you just have to learn to roll with.] If I had I would have tried to be- [Gentler? Would have tried to just pretend nothing ever happened, treat him like a stranger?]

It's- Yeah. I can make you a sword. That's no problem. But- I, uh, I've never taken an apprentice before? I don't know if I'd be any good at teaching.

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time for a disaster

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march ate me i'm so sorry