[He actually looks up when she says his name this time. He's just shuffling through the deck, a little frantic - there's a lot of new ones in there, half-sketches and half-not. And then he'll pull out ... perhaps predictably Magician and Rumor. See. He took notes too.]
Ah, hmm. Important is difficult to answer. You have a complicated relationship with him. [A pause.] As Yamato says, he is an asshole. You have a very young brother, though. [As far as family goes, there's at least one positive thing to remember.
[He hands you those. Hold onto them like nametags. While y'all having this sad conversation, Molly is just sorting through the rest of his cards, but he seems a little more ... active, now? The mumbling of empty continues.]
[she just looks down at the rumor card, almost confused. why do I hate these so much...]
I remember my brother. [she says absently.] Or - that I have one.
There's a couple people that I don't remember that I don't have very extensive notes on. Seems - weird. To me. If I cared about them I would've written something down, right?
[He tucks his Magician card into the pocket of his button down, peeking out so you can see the writing and the image of the red-headed man with the dancing lights.
He glances to Molly and gives him a little smile. What are you doing there? What's coming back? But then turns back to Beau.]
I. . . couldn't say, unless you told me who. Perhaps you thought you wouldn't want to remember just yet?
[He stops what he’s doing in the shuffling after a second, putting a few cards down in a fan shape, looking back up a them after he hears those thoughts.]
Ah. [Hmm. The ones who took someone from you.] They're both gone, now. I think . . . it would have been hard to know how to write about them. And not important to remember right now.
[But then Molly starts talking, and he turns and looks at him.]
It is a good strange. [He says it in a light, mildly joking way, but his expression twists a little, uncomfortable.] We, uhm, are your friends. You cannot remember for the moment, but. . .
[WOW. This truly is babysitting. It’s going to devolve into baby fights. Anyway, it’s a little awkward because it’s sort of like being at a party with someone who’s sort of an acquaintance, but you don’t exactly know them. So you’re just kinda quiet for a bit.]
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this is very sweet... beau squints at the cards.]
You're the Magician. [she says, glancing at Caleb.]
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He looks at the two cards.]
Ja. And you are Rumor.
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I remember my brother. [she says absently.] Or - that I have one.
There's a couple people that I don't remember that I don't have very extensive notes on. Seems - weird. To me. If I cared about them I would've written something down, right?
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He glances to Molly and gives him a little smile. What are you doing there? What's coming back? But then turns back to Beau.]
I. . . couldn't say, unless you told me who. Perhaps you thought you wouldn't want to remember just yet?
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Well if you hate them, give it back.
[Oh.]
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[holds the card close, not letting go of it. a beat.]
Wait. You're talking.
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[But then Molly starts talking, and he turns and looks at him.]
. . . Mollymauk? Mollymauk Tealeaf?
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[He blinks and shakes his head for a second. What are you talking about?]
Yeah—- Sorry. Hangover.
[...]
Hi.
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... Do you remember everything? [she sounds sort of envious.]
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[He suspects the answer is no still - some of the emptiness just wore off.]
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[Pausing, and then shaking his head at the questions though. But he reaches over to tap the card in Caleb’s chest pocket.]
Magician?
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beau just gives caleb a concerned look.]
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[You wanted to remember. Mollymauk. A little strange, but so are you.
He looks at Beau, gives her a little reassuring smile.]
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Could just call you strange to your face. [flips through the pages...] Or a dickhead. Apparently.
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[He doesn’t seem THAT surprised by this. Unfortunately.]
Sorry, that happens to me sometimes. Sure it’ll come back to me soon.
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she also sort of just. zones out for a second, staring down at said notes. poor caleb, he really is babysitting.]
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It will come back to both of you soon enough.
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[WOW. This truly is babysitting. It’s going to devolve into baby fights. Anyway, it’s a little awkward because it’s sort of like being at a party with someone who’s sort of an acquaintance, but you don’t exactly know them. So you’re just kinda quiet for a bit.]
... Good friends?
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This isn't going to go well. This isn't going to work for you.]
. . . Well. To me, you are. And. . . I imagine you would also say so.
[These people don't know you.]
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So, what, you both in the Carnival or something? Don't exactly look like Carnival people.
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