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25-12-16; after he goes to the coffee shop

[thepuppetmaster]

Thanks, Meridiana.

[occultigen]

[She sits for a while after that message comes in, looking at her pocketwatch and mulling over what to do about it; on a whim, she reaches for her tarot deck and draws a card, curious to see what it might tell her.

When she pulls the Four of Cups reversed — missed opportunities and unaccepted offers — it says everything she really needs it to, and she picks up her watch with conviction.]

You're very welcome. I hope it wasn't too difficult to retrieve? I wasn't sure how else to...go about that, really.

[thepuppetmaster]

Walked straight to it.
Asking me where I live was an option.
But I can see how that would be awkward.

[occultigen]

A bit, yes.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if you would accept, if I'd asked in advance. So I rather thought I'd simply find a way to moot the point altogether, as it were.

[thepuppetmaster]

It's unexpected, not unwanted.
I didn't think I'd made any kind of impression on you to warrant a gift.

[occultigen]

Perhaps the impression I took was that you'd welcome a gift on Christmas.

...And a place in the thoughts of someone else, accompanying it.

[thepuppetmaster]

Huh.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.

I don't know how much Dave has told you.
But I did give a bad first impression.
Worse than usual for me.
Sorry about that.

[occultigen]

...I'll not say "it's all right", because I think we'd both know that's more an idle pleasantry than anything else, but I will say that I'd welcome the chance for a better second impression, and you're doing a fine job with it already.

I suppose you must have some questions about me as well, hadn't you?

[thepuppetmaster]

None that wouldn't be incredibly intrusive so early in our second impression.

If you're taking good care of Dave, I don't need to know anything else about you for now.

[occultigen]

Oh, please believe me, I've endured my fair share of things anyone might call incredibly intrusive, and I doubt anything you might come up with right now should be so offensive as those.

But I am. I'm fortunate to have met him, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about how lucky I am for it.

[thepuppetmaster]

I believe you.
Bit having endured intrusion doesn't give me a right to add to the experiences.
And in that knowledge, I wouldn't want to.
If we get to know one another better, the answers will come out in their own time.

Though, likewise, if there's anything you want to ask about me, go ahead.
I doubt you could offend me either.

[occultigen]

I'd like that — to get to know you, in time. I haven't any family left, after...everything. So I think...when there's a way to mend a bond like that, it ought to be mended. Sometimes it can't be. But it's worth the try, to see if it can.

...

I do have a question, actually, but I'm afraid you'll find it a bit odd, and perhaps a touch intrusive for my own part. Is that all right?

[thepuppetmaster]

Yeah, that's alright.
Go ahead.

[occultigen]

What color are your eyes?

[thepuppetmaster]

They're orange.

[occultigen]

I was surprised, when Dave first showed me his. But not frightened, exactly. I think...if it'd been anyone else, I might've been, but it was Dave, so I wasn't.

I'm sure yours are lovely, too. Surprising or not.

[thepuppetmaster]

Thanks.
People don't really stare anymore.
Usually.

[occultigen]

People will always find something to stare at.

That's one thing that never changes, no matter the time or place.

[thepuppetmaster]

Guess so.
Something like eyes, though.
You know when people want to stare.
Because they make one hell of an effort not to.

[occultigen]

Yes. And then they can't help themselves anyway.

I knew a boy once with eyes like a cat's — green-gold. I don't know if people still say what they used to about eyes like that, but as I remember it, someone with green-gold eyes was thought to be cursed.

[thepuppetmaster]

Cursed?
Cursed with what?

[occultigen]

Bad luck and misfortune, among other things. The sort of person...that one wouldn't want to get close to, for fear that some of the calamity might catch up with them, too.

[thepuppetmaster]

Superstitious bullshit, in other words.
People can always find ways to be afraid of the things that they don't understand.

[occultigen]

Just so. Superstitious bullshit, very much so.

It's a shame, really. There are already so many things to be afraid of as it is, without making up more of them all on your own.

[thepuppetmaster]

I can agree with you on that.

So, how is my second impression going.
I mean, I think it's going well.
I haven't made any egregious faux pas yet, as far as I can tell.