[ It takes some time after this conversation, since Caelus had to prepare first before heading over. Once ready, he does his best to recall the paths he walked through with Sharon back when they first met. It's been a while, but he remembers pretty well. He doesn't get lost on the way and makes it to the front door smoothly.
He used a skateboard all the way here, so he gets off it once he arrives. He picks it up before knocking, waiting patiently right after. As he waits, he decides to look around his surroundings. He didn't get much of a chance to observe the area here previously, so he's quite curious. He wonders if Sharon has any neighbors nearby? ]
[ The row of three connected houses looks like it's had some life in it, well-kept, tidy, and cared for compared to the surrounding townhouses, but it's hard to tell if anyone actually lives next door.
Sharon peeks through the side window, the curtains shifting in the soft light, then swings the door open with a grin. Violet rims her blue eyes, a sharp mark of sleep deprivation, and her complexion is off, but she still looks far better than the last time she'd died in the dream. ]
Caelus, hey. [ She says, stepping aside to let him in. Inside, the townhouse is neat and orderly; a cluster of shoes and jackets by the door hints she shares the space with at least one other person. She guides him toward the kitchen. ] Come on in. Want some tea? I almost always have hot water ready.
[ It's one of the few rituals she keeps without fail, a small constant in her otherwise unpredictable life. ]
[ That's quite interesting. From how nice the area looks, there's no doubt that people come around here. Even if no one necessarily lives around the other townhouses, it seems they've been in use, so maybe Sharon uses them to host guests? It could be someone's second home, too. β¦ There's also a possibility that maybe the owners might've returned to their own worlds. But Caelus stops speculating the moment the front door opens; his focus shifts to it.
Sharon⦠looks even more exhausted in person. But it seems she's hanging in there, so Caelus will do everything he can to help her. He immediately smiles when her eyes land on him, unchanged despite his own situation. Since he won't be able to reply vocally, he tries to convey this immediately so she'd know. Using hand gestures, he tries to combine "no" signs along with signaling "talking" with one hand, then pointing right at his throat.
That certainly answers why Caelus isn't speaking, at least. It's quite off for the energetic him. But despite being so quiet, his physical expressiveness makes up for it. When Sharon asks if he wants tea, he immediately nods a few times, followed by a thumbs-up. ]
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[ When he doesn't answer, her expression tightens with quiet concern. It doesn't take long for her understand—his voice is gone, likely from some kind of injury. Still, he carries an easy kind of energy even in silence, and she guides him into the kitchen, the kettle still letting off a soft curl of steam.
She pulls a notepad from the counter, a pencil balanced neatly on top, and slides it toward him before turning to the cabinets. Most of the dishes are matching, polished, a little too nice, but tucked among them are a few mismatched, ridiculous mugs, and those are the ones she reaches for. ]
Strawberry black tea sound good? [ She asks, glancing over her shoulder. ] I've got other kinds too—orange, Earl Grey, and a really floral jasmine white. [ Something warm, something gentle. It might help his throat. ]
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He used a skateboard all the way here, so he gets off it once he arrives. He picks it up before knocking, waiting patiently right after. As he waits, he decides to look around his surroundings. He didn't get much of a chance to observe the area here previously, so he's quite curious. He wonders if Sharon has any neighbors nearby? ]
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Sharon peeks through the side window, the curtains shifting in the soft light, then swings the door open with a grin. Violet rims her blue eyes, a sharp mark of sleep deprivation, and her complexion is off, but she still looks far better than the last time she'd died in the dream. ]
Caelus, hey. [ She says, stepping aside to let him in. Inside, the townhouse is neat and orderly; a cluster of shoes and jackets by the door hints she shares the space with at least one other person. She guides him toward the kitchen. ] Come on in. Want some tea? I almost always have hot water ready.
[ It's one of the few rituals she keeps without fail, a small constant in her otherwise unpredictable life. ]
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Sharon⦠looks even more exhausted in person. But it seems she's hanging in there, so Caelus will do everything he can to help her. He immediately smiles when her eyes land on him, unchanged despite his own situation. Since he won't be able to reply vocally, he tries to convey this immediately so she'd know. Using hand gestures, he tries to combine "no" signs along with signaling "talking" with one hand, then pointing right at his throat.
That certainly answers why Caelus isn't speaking, at least. It's quite off for the energetic him. But despite being so quiet, his physical expressiveness makes up for it. When Sharon asks if he wants tea, he immediately nods a few times, followed by a thumbs-up. ]
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She pulls a notepad from the counter, a pencil balanced neatly on top, and slides it toward him before turning to the cabinets. Most of the dishes are matching, polished, a little too nice, but tucked among them are a few mismatched, ridiculous mugs, and those are the ones she reaches for. ]
Strawberry black tea sound good? [ She asks, glancing over her shoulder. ] I've got other kinds too—orange, Earl Grey, and a really floral jasmine white. [ Something warm, something gentle. It might help his throat. ]