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[desirestruth]

Who: The Glitter Criminal
When: Day 42, Morning
Where: The Jackal Express

[Hey, Aurora. Do you hear that? A slight whining noise, barely audible over the noises of the train itself?

Well, early in the morning of day 42, that whine becomes a loud POP.

And now all the public cars and all of Senna is literally covered in glitter. Glitter rains from the vents. Shoots out from under seats. Glitter big enough to come in funny shapes. Tiny iridescent glitter that you're never going to get out of your clothes coats the windows, making the scenery glimmer. Glitter everywhere in every shape, size and color.]

Comments

[desirestruth]

...Briefly, I think? I don't think he had a name yet.

[bowtiedbones]

You totally should! He's pretty great. He bought me a whole deer last night so we could get venison and so I could have the skeleton to keep.

[desirestruth]

Goodness, now how am I supposed to compete with fresh venison and fresh bones?

[bowtiedbones]

He also spent the night so I could sleep.

[and because he needs company to sleep too, but that's not eliza's business to share]

[desirestruth]

Oh...that's good. Are you getting more sleep?

[bowtiedbones]

Oh, um, like in general?

[desirestruth]

...Eliza.

[bowtiedbones]

[whiiiiines]

It's not easy to just get more sleep.

[desirestruth]

I understand that, but don't avoid the question when it's asked.

[GENTLE PAW BAP.]

[bowtiedbones]

[DROPS HER BIG WOLFY HEAD ON]

It's not avoiding... I just haven't made any improvements that don't require another person's presence.

[desirestruth]

Hmm.

[She will allow this squishing while she thinks.] Well, if Dusk's bed isn't otherwise occupied, it's a solution for now, isn't it? It isn't as though war nightmares are a thing you can solve overnight.

[bowtiedbones]

I don't get nightmares. It's more like insomnia... But I don't think I need to worry about anyone being in Dusk's bed, and obviously I don't need to worry about mine.