...the gardens was different, as well. The plants kept trying to hit us last night, and this morning, all the roses looked like they'd turned to stone.
You're younger now, with a group of guys and a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
that's definitely... she's seen the occasional modern place in the memories she's had shared with her, but the motorcycles are something new. the suit, she's at least familiar enough with people's fashions from here to recognize...]
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It's still going. I guess it's one of those things - so we'll want to check back here tomorrow...
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Stone? Is there anything that can do that?
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[...]
I can't believe they're gone. It doesn't feel real.
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If we're missing one again, I'm really going to lose it.
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We won't know until after we do investigations either.
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[...]
I don't want to waste even a single minute of the time we have to find out what happened to them.
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Then we'll check there, too. We'll be thorough.
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[she looks down at her hands]
Though, Vlad was a more recent development than the other two.
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[they were cooking together at the start of the week.]
And... it sounds like with Luca, too?
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[In a place like this, you really need to make the most of all your moments.]
... I spent a lot of time with Luca.
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[god, this sucks]
Losing someone is never easy.
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... It's a reminder to make use of the time you have, while you have it.
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Yes... that's true.
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[He pats her shoulder.
Which triggers a memory.
You're younger now, with a group of guys and a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
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that's definitely... she's seen the occasional modern place in the memories she's had shared with her, but the motorcycles are something new. the suit, she's at least familiar enough with people's fashions from here to recognize...]
Ah... a friend of yours?
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