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[manuscripture]

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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[manuscripture]

That's fine. I will figure it out as I go.

Just say it.

[peccatore]

Okay.
So first:

"It was never really you in my head, was it?"

And then

[.........]

It doesn't feel right to apologize to her but I'm not sure how else to put it
I don't feel like I have anything to APOLOGIZE apologize for but it's not going to sit right with me if I just leave it at that

[manuscripture]

It's straightforward enough to work with.

My question for clarification is: What do you mean by Her being in your head or... I suppose, not.

[peccatore]

[mmMMMMMM he was hoping to just gloss over that but of course it's not that simple.]

It's going to be easier if I just tell you, isn't it?

[manuscripture]

Obviously.

I know how to speak with Her but She likes specifics and clarity.

[peccatore]

She already

Okay, no, I don't know if she knows or not, I don't know.
Just...
Don't go spreading this around, okay?

I hear things.

[manuscripture]

To be honest, that doesn't come off as a surprise to me knowing your psychological nuances.

Regardless, I will ask her.

Should I say that YOU are the one who asked me to do this?

[peccatore]

Well thank you for letting me know I do, in fact, come across as crazy.
Very reassuring.

Do whatever you feel works best.

[manuscripture]

That's not what I said. Don't be a drama queen.

That's easy enough. It shouldn't be difficult or take too long.

Why the change? Clearing the air?

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie's gaze tracks this movement with a hint of amusement; watching Rohan preen is like watching a cat groom itself. He glances down at those looped coils of snake tail, and raises his eyebrows.]

Really? I can—?

[As long as he's not in the coils, he can handle it.]

itt internalised ableism or something very close to it anyway

[peccatore]

I'm not being a drama queen. I know what I must sound like when I'm not...
myself.

I told you I had decisions to make.

[manuscripture]

[ With an elbow on the raised part of his "bed" and his cheek in his hand, his eyes flick to his tail and then back to Eddie. ]

Yes. [ They are simply settled there like their own isolated little bed. ] Don't worry... You're supposed to trust me, no?

[manuscripture]

And this was one of them. I see.

I'm somewhat moved that you would come to me asking a favor.

[peccatore]

You're her priest.
Besides, there aren't many of her followers I CAN go to.
Mike, maybe, but he already did me a favor not that long ago.

[thefuckingbeam]

[Well, shit. That's smooth.]

Alright. No big. [He grins.] 'Course I trust you.

[He's not lying. He also just doesn't want to accidentally crush Rohan or something. He doesn't know how snake tails work at this size.

He goes over and settles right in, letting his butt sit right in the gab between the "back" and "seat" of the tail-couch; his tail wiggles a couple of times as he gets comfortable. Absentmindedly, one hand smooths over Rohan's scales; he's surprised by how soft they are.]

This is nice. Thanks.

[manuscripture]

Is there anything else that I can do?

[peccatore]

Really?

Not that I can think of right now.

[manuscripture]

I'm just glad to see that you are getting all of your ducks in a row.

You had a wakeup call.

Many things have been changing lately. With Madoka's leave and me needing to let some things go myself.

It must be the season...

[manuscripture]

[ He makes a Grade A comfy thing if you free your mind and don't freak out. Eddie's warm and Rohan's tail shifts under him out of not really his own volition. It always seeks a nice heat source. He reaches an arm somewhere behind himself, producing a book and a pen that he proceeds to flip through. ]

You're welcome. I wouldn't say that it is overly luxurious but it will do, right?

Now hop to it and tell me about this.

[thefuckingbeam]

Hey, it's more comfortable than the couch I used to sleep on.

[Which he only recently vacated in favor of Jake's bed. It's fine.

He glances at the book and pen in Rohan's hands.]

You gonna take notes? ...Anyway. The place I came from—not the place I was born, mind you—is called Mid-World. It's...another plane of existence, basically. And at the center of Mid-World, of every world, is the Dark Tower. That was our quest. Roland's quest, really. The rest of us were just along for the ride.

[manuscripture]

[ Who in their right mind ASKS why Rohan is doing anything with a book and a pen? What's wrong with him?

His fingers stop flipping the pages, pausing his claw on one like a record scratch. ]

I feel like drawing. [ He deadpans as if Eddie should KNOW that answer already. He can pull these things out of thin air. Be ready. ] Carry on...

[ Rohan's eyes pay less attention to the pooka and more to his paper as he starts to scribble on it to the little story he's being given. It sounds damn near out of something he would write. ]

That sounds pretty badass. [ He chuckles, lifting his eyes briefly from the paper. ] How did you guys and that Roland fellow get around to fulfilling that quest? If you did, that is... [ Contemplative, he taps the pen at his bottom lip. ]

I write stories like that.

[peccatore]

I wouldn't say I have my ducks in a row.
It's more like at least I know they're all out of sorts now.

I wish
I could apologize to Madoka too.

[manuscripture]

Okay, maybe not in a row. In a shape, maybe.

... You can apologize to her.

You won't hear anything back, but that doesn't mean you can't apologize anyway.

It sounds like a job but

I do it sometimes. For the sake of getting the thoughts out.

[peccatore]

I'm

well aware there's nothing stopping me from saying "sorry" to someone who isn't around anymore.

I just wish they could hear it.

[manuscripture]

Something tells me that she would accept. I think she had a soft spot for you near the end.

I've gotten rid of all of Jotaro's things. Burned them in Dyster because I don't want them. I still apologize to him. I wish he could hear it.

Yet I have to move on. Perhaps one day you will know peace after I send my prayer.