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melodiesoflife2015-11-18 06:10 pm
nosferatanking) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-11-18 06:10 pm
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Who: The residents of house B-12.
When: Backdated to arrival day.
Where: House B-12 and thereabouts.
Warnings: Pitfalls.
Morgan had spent the last few days setting up various traps around the house. Somehow, he'd forgotten that it was new hero arrival season; if he remembered, he probably would have put off his trap-a-palooza until he figured out whether he and Robin were getting more roommates.
But he didn’t, and now the house is literally surrounded by pitfalls. There was no angle to come at the house that didn’t involve crossing one of the traps. Morgan was happily stationed nearby, waiting. He was pretty confident there was no way Mother was going to be available to avoid all these!
When: Backdated to arrival day.
Where: House B-12 and thereabouts.
Warnings: Pitfalls.
Morgan had spent the last few days setting up various traps around the house. Somehow, he'd forgotten that it was new hero arrival season; if he remembered, he probably would have put off his trap-a-palooza until he figured out whether he and Robin were getting more roommates.
But he didn’t, and now the house is literally surrounded by pitfalls. There was no angle to come at the house that didn’t involve crossing one of the traps. Morgan was happily stationed nearby, waiting. He was pretty confident there was no way Mother was going to be available to avoid all these!
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Morgan smiled pretty awkwardly when the subject of time travel came up. It sounded pretty silly saying it out loud, which made it awkward enough to explain when the people present weren't directly involved.
Still, Morgan's smile became much more genuine as Pyra moved onto introducing herself. He didn't know much about her, but so far, she looked like she'd fit in really well. Speaking of which...
"I'm Morgan. I live here, too."
He took another good look around the yard. In a way, this was a kind of art, wasn't it?
"The lawn usually doesn't look like this."
Was a statement that was almost halfway true.
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He returned Robin's nervous look. It was true; he'd hoped that his stay at home would be brief, just long enough to retrieve the stipend of gil left in his name, so he could purchase necessities.
But for the safety of others, they really couldn't leave their yard like this. Someone could easily get dispatched to the infirmary.
"How many shovels do we have?" If they were able to work together, they could get the job done soon enough. Then they could wash up, go to town, and do some shopping as well as eat dinner.
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She sighed.
"Uh, we have four," Robin said. "I keep plenty around, in case--" Her expression screwed up. She was close to confessing to doing this more often than she'd like to admit. "--of... yard work. Yes."
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