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[So, after all that shit, pulling Molly aside a little.]
What do you think?
What do you think?
[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.]
[A little after trial, later in the evening, coming to find Molly.]
[Well, if Molly wants to come find him, it isn't hard to guess where he'll be? In the library under a mound of books just going through them like he can't decide where to start.]
[I'm going to rudely make a nerd-assumption about Caleb and guess he's in the library. Molly is bored again, so just coming by to bother him. Is he lost in the sauce again.]
I think you fuckin' infected me with something.
Edited 2021-06-16 01:30 (UTC)
The toilets, really?
[After Friday investigation - ]
Where are you right now?
Where are you right now?
[After all of that, Molly isn't exactly avoiding him, but he isn't ... necessarily seeking him out either. That said, he's chilling in the library for some reason. So maybe a little bit seeking him out?]
I have a mission for you. Very important, very dangerous. Frumpkin will assist.
[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.
[After trial, coming to find Molly, wherever he is? What a clusterfuck. Maybe let's say to-go drinks at the SUB?]
[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.]
Have you done this task or whatnot yet?
[I tell you what, Caleb can accompany Molly while he beelines for the cafeteria, immediately deadset on eating something that isn't food for babies.]
Have you ever heard of applesauce? It's terrible. Never eat it. I am so sick of mush.
Have you ever heard of applesauce? It's terrible. Never eat it. I am so sick of mush.
It was Maya and Rita's room? Why!
[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)
Will you meet me somewhere?
Malik has locked out of my room.
[ 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.]
Edited 2021-07-19 21:53 (UTC)
Good news and Bad news.
Bad news is the bed in the hook up suite is covered in glitter.
Good news is I look very sparkly and pretty at the moment?
Bad news is the bed in the hook up suite is covered in glitter.
Good news is I look very sparkly and pretty at the moment?
[Well Caleb seemed pretty reluctant to talk, but the memories are coming back a little stronger at this point. Including the part where he was, uh, pretty upset about the whole thing. So that's fun.]
We should go somewhere. Um.
We should go somewhere. Um.
[He's coming back from investigation a little later and just slumping on a couch.]
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