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[I assume Caleb is going to these Dork Ass classes like a huge loser. Maybe on his way back from one, the afternoon after the profile kerfluffle, Molly will give him a little wave. He doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to, but he's getting the greeting anyway.]
[Hello, Mr. Caleb. Are you going in and out of Fall Dorm at some point today? Molly is just hanging out outside of it, idly flipping through some book - not exactly reading, just. Bored. He isn't texting him explicitly to hang out or anything, but if he walks by, he'll pop up and wave.]
[Molly is a little difficult to find! After trial he's restless and unsettled and thinking about a thousand different things and there's nothing to drink and nothing to smoke so the only option is just. Walking. Sitting somewhere. Eventually, he can probably catch up to him at the far end of the Athletics Field, where he's just sitting on the grass and staring off into space.]
[Well good news he's not really in the library for a long time today. He'll come back much later, a little bit drunk, and in some kind of dark mood, and he goes straight to his little table and pulls out his notebooks and a few books he's been keeping on a shelf.]
[I assume this is sometime after fanfiction shenanigans, Molly is just wandering the orchard, collecting flowers, stealing snacks, avoiding scarves being put on him. A thing that keeps repeatedly happening.
When he spots Caleb though, he'll just dig in his pocket and yeet a peach at him? Hope it hits him and kills him in one hit.]
When he spots Caleb though, he'll just dig in his pocket and yeet a peach at him? Hope it hits him and kills him in one hit.]
[Well, after the investigation, coming to find Molly wherever he is. Somewhere outside. Caleb is still moving stiffly, but he seems to be in a less grim mood. Sad, slightly hunched, but making eye contact again instead of staring blankly at things. He has a big fluffy scarf wrapped around his neck.]
Mollymauk.
Mollymauk.
[He's probably wandering around trying to find Caleb or Beau so, he isn't too hard to spot. But yeah, definitely heading for the SUB to see if he can bum a drink off of someone.]
Funny, can't say that actually getting someone feels any better than not. It's all just shit all the way down.
Funny, can't say that actually getting someone feels any better than not. It's all just shit all the way down.
[I'll just start this off rude - as of Monday morning, despite wandering around campus with him to put up a few posters or drop off the one for Fall dorm once it's finished - he's pointedly ignoring Caleb? Just a complete cold shoulder. Pretending to not hear him when talks or turning away from any looks he gets.]
[What. Why. At first when Molly does this, Caleb seems awkward, a little hunched and probably kind of hurt. He isn't sure if he did something wrong, if the way they ended things the other night upset him somehow. If he thinks someone is upset with him and he doesn't know why, he's just going to ignore them as well, so. . . that's what he does.
But as it continues on, he starts to maybe get the sense that this is an extra credit.]
. . . How long are you really going to do this? It is a little bit of an inconvenience?
But as it continues on, he starts to maybe get the sense that this is an extra credit.]
. . . How long are you really going to do this? It is a little bit of an inconvenience?
[you know molly uses text to speech so this is all outloud somewhere]
It was
Look
I had to make a decision
You weren't going to go to Beau's room and you're too bougie now for the bunk beds so there were limited options!
Was I supposed to take you back to the library?
It was
Look
I had to make a decision
You weren't going to go to Beau's room and you're too bougie now for the bunk beds so there were limited options!
Was I supposed to take you back to the library?
[Anyway I don't know where Beau deposits him if it's in Winter or Spring or just on the ground somewhere but at like 4am there is a text sent from somewhere.]
I don't believe the gods are indifferent as much as unable to comprehend the things we worry about. It must be lovely to be a god. Everyone must definitely look like ants. Or squirrels.
Fate is most certainly real. I worry about whether or not my fate is simply ... course-correcting itself back onto the path it was always supposed to take. Maybe I'm simply fighting a current here. Hard not to see how those strange coincidences add up, isn't it?
Being dead isn't so terrible. I imagine it was peaceful. On the other side here, you're simply a passive observer, maybe forcing through a brief message or two. Oh - Maybe that's what the gods feel like, on the other side of their gate?
I don't believe the gods are indifferent as much as unable to comprehend the things we worry about. It must be lovely to be a god. Everyone must definitely look like ants. Or squirrels.
Fate is most certainly real. I worry about whether or not my fate is simply ... course-correcting itself back onto the path it was always supposed to take. Maybe I'm simply fighting a current here. Hard not to see how those strange coincidences add up, isn't it?
Being dead isn't so terrible. I imagine it was peaceful. On the other side here, you're simply a passive observer, maybe forcing through a brief message or two. Oh - Maybe that's what the gods feel like, on the other side of their gate?
Edited 2021-07-15 03:42 (UTC)
[Imagining him saying this all into his phone while Malik tries to sleep is making Caleb depressed. But he also suspects Molly needs to be drunk and away from everyone to have a conversation about these kinds of things, maybe.
He's a little drunk himself, but not enough not to return the message.]
I've seen gods intervene in the lives of our friends often enough that it should be easy not to doubt in them, but I do doubt.
I think it is the way I grew up. I was raised to believe in big things I was too small to be noticed by. The Dawnfather, the Empire, the king. I was also raised to believe my talents were meant to serve a greater purpose, a good purpose. And because I believed in those things and because I believed in that purpose I ruined my own life.
This is why the notion of fate troubles me. If what we are meant to be is a course we cannot turn away from or change then I am lost.
But I think we both have more say in it than that.
He's a little drunk himself, but not enough not to return the message.]
I've seen gods intervene in the lives of our friends often enough that it should be easy not to doubt in them, but I do doubt.
I think it is the way I grew up. I was raised to believe in big things I was too small to be noticed by. The Dawnfather, the Empire, the king. I was also raised to believe my talents were meant to serve a greater purpose, a good purpose. And because I believed in those things and because I believed in that purpose I ruined my own life.
This is why the notion of fate troubles me. If what we are meant to be is a course we cannot turn away from or change then I am lost.
But I think we both have more say in it than that.
[ Hi, coming to find him at some point later in the day. They live in the same place now, so it isn't like he's hard to find. ]
Hey, I'm going for a walk. Hold this for me?
[Holding out his hand.
Yeah this is homework.]
Hey, I'm going for a walk. Hold this for me?
[Holding out his hand.
Yeah this is homework.]
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