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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 8:56 pm
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Nasir crackled an eye back open before he shifted and tossed a bit of the blanket that was across his lap towards Ollie. Mostly because it was an extra layer of warm and he had been keeping it tucked.
Eyes fully closed once more, he let out a breath and let himself drift. It was easier this way, trying to find the door that was in his mind (and heart) that went to the flying squirrel. With the cold air, the sound of wind in the leaves, and someone else's steady breathing nearby he wasn't sure if-
He was peering through the trees, watching the bench where he was sitting and there was Ollie too. Hey, he called out, it's cold out here. Don't you want to come home?
It seemed to last for several heartbeats, Nasir seemingly out for the count, but eventually as he cracked his eyes back open there was movement in the trees. The flying squirrel made a leap off of the highest branch and soon it was gliding it's way over to the pair that was sitting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 4:35 pm
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"Really? I get that." Oliver seemed content for a moment, having found some bizarre kinship with Nasir, "I mean, I get terrible migraines, but not from warging or anything. Just existing."
Which made him laugh, though the sound was sarcastic, "I wouldn't call it urges. Everything's been pretty much the same since all that void s**t—just my hands are weirdly sensitive. They don't hurt—" He looked to them, "But they're just... uncomfortable. I hope I'm not getting some weird arthritis or carpel tunnel or something." Which wasn't at all the case since both afflictions were painful (his hands were relatively pain free), but he was an absolute freak about his hands. The thought of them getting injured... he shuddered, "It's really no big deal. Prolly some weird side effect of the void that needs to dwindle down. Anyway—"
He stood up.
"—I'm freezing my a** off, so..." He sniffed, the sound wet and sloppy, "I'm gonna finish up what I even set out to do in the first g'damn place."
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 9:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:07 pm
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Nasir had the blanket folded over his arm, pulling his phone out with the other. His phone number was rattled off a moment later to give, hopefully assuming that there would be an exchange of numbers.
"I don't think it will repeat anymore," he said helpfully. There was a little place now, it felt like, that Trouble occupied. It couldn't be put into words but-
His heart and his mind; a home for his familiar. Wasn't that what America had said?
"Anyway," Nasir moved right on, tilting his head towards where he was parked, "I'm over that way and we can square away what I owe you with that ride." Not even arguing that he owed Ollie, the other young man had helped him out after all!
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