║ seventy-second stanza ║ voice

[mumbled_truth]

So... A lot of people have already mentioned that this has happened before. I guess it's not really surprising, given how many curses seem to come back around - how many of them feel almost like traditions by now.

About a week ago marked three years since I arrived here. It manages to feel both much longer and shorter than that, at the same time. I've... I've never entirely understood how that's possible, it just... is.

Oh. Um. If... anybody finds a picture that they think is mine, I guess you can let me know? I'm not even sure if there are any.

[He rather hopes there aren't, but... he's exhausted how much he can really say without feeling too exposed and uncomfortable. So he cuts it there.]


[ooc: placeholder... life continues to kick my butt, but I am working my way through things. Thank you to all for your patience, ilu poly.]

Comments

[never_very_good]

Hey.

[Awkward pause of awkward. Hi, kid who looks like a baby Ed.]

Got a favor to ask.

[mumbled_truth]

Um-- sure.

[It might be a bit less awkward from his end... except that this is Todd.]

What is it?

[never_very_good]

Lemme know, if you see any that look like you and aren't you?

[mumbled_truth]

You mean if they're your brother?

[Hard to forget the details of a situation that awkward.]

[never_very_good]

That's what I mean.

[Hey, Frankie wasn't going to call attention to it. Weird as hell for him, too.]

[mumbled_truth]

Of course. I'll let you know.

[never_very_good]

Thanks.

[othersdie]

Three years for you, too. It's difficult to believe it's been that long.

[mumbled_truth]

I guess it is, though... I certainly hope it's going to be a lot longer still.

[othersdie]

It will be.

[Because Todd and Neil belong in the City and are not allowed to leave. End of story.]

[mumbled_truth]

Well, I'm not planning on leaving.

[He would certainly agree with that.]

Did you find anything, today?

[othersdie]

Thank you.

[paaaause]

I found plenty of pictures of women in revealing clothing. [Which is made more unfortunate by the fact that he knows some of them...] None of you or Neil. The ones I have of me were found by others. There's only one worth keeping.