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[synanthrope]

Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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[cold_dry_pieces]

An invasion of what?

[synanthrope]

I don't remember. Something bad.

[cold_dry_pieces]

That sort of thing does seem to happen here, from time to time.

[He's wondering about the quiet week, too.]

[synanthrope]

It wasn't so quiet, then.

[cold_dry_pieces]

It never is for long.

[synanthrope]

Is it supposed to feel ominous?

[cold_dry_pieces]

The calm before the storm, you mean?

[synanthrope]

Yes.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Could be.

[synanthrope]

It almost feels like home.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Does it?

[synanthrope]

It's suddenly so easy to focus.

When was the last time I saw you?

[cold_dry_pieces]

It's been a while. I've been laying low over the holidays.

[synanthrope]

I've been busy. I didn't even give you your gift.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I've still got yours, too.

The solution seems obvious.

[synanthrope]

Come over.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I thought you'd never ask.

[synanthrope]

Bring something warm.

[cold_dry_pieces]

[He shows up some time later, carrying an oddly-shaped but flashily wrapped item. No dinner, though. Sorry Saya.]

[synanthrope]

[Saya comes down to meet him, dressed in remarkably soft looking cashmere. It softens her, too.]

Hello, Rudy.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Hello, Saya.

[She's always a satisfying sight, and he smiles a bit. It has been a while. He holds out the gift.]

I brought you a little something.

[synanthrope]

Thank you.

[She takes it in both hands but doesn't open it right away.]

I have something for you, too.

[cold_dry_pieces]

You're too kind.

[He arches a brow slightly. The social niceties between them are always ironic, but he trusts Saya to give the best gifts.]

[synanthrope]

[She takes his hand and leads him not to her bedroom but the the entertainment room, and makes him sit on the couch.]

Wait.

[Although Saya doesn't like music very much, she goes to the record player - vinyl - and turns it on. The opening chords of People are Strange turn on]

I got you the entire collection.

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So is this the official countdown to apocalyptic disaster?