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insistence) wrote2025-08-18 04:41 pm
[He has
no fucking idea what this is about.]
[Lovecraft blinks slowly, but. Sure. Okay. Maybe this man has some kind of plan that needs his help or something. He sure seems nervous. He wishes John were here. John would know what to do.]
You can keep them on, it's...okay. I won't make you take them off.
[Maybe he's just shy! Yeah, that's it!]
no fucking idea what this is about.]
[Lovecraft blinks slowly, but. Sure. Okay. Maybe this man has some kind of plan that needs his help or something. He sure seems nervous. He wishes John were here. John would know what to do.]
You can keep them on, it's...okay. I won't make you take them off.
[Maybe he's just shy! Yeah, that's it!]
....Sure?
[So. He's extremely shy. Paranoid about the dorm. And he wants to borrow the shower. Clearly! This is what it was all about.]
Do you...need help?
[Because he's actually mildly worried this man is going to work himself into a tizzy over the shower alone and he doesn't have the bandwidth for that.]
[So. He's extremely shy. Paranoid about the dorm. And he wants to borrow the shower. Clearly! This is what it was all about.]
Do you...need help?
[Because he's actually mildly worried this man is going to work himself into a tizzy over the shower alone and he doesn't have the bandwidth for that.]
[He really didn't think he'd see the day he's seen someone as timid as him. Then again, he knew Edgar Allan Poe. But Poe was a different kind of timid. A timid man hiding an incredibly overly dramatic flair that burst out of him like fireworks at the most inconvenient moments. John had told him once that's how some writers were.]
[He wonders if this man is a writer.]
[Lovecraft ponders if he should simply leave the man be, but he has the feeling he might just hound him down and pester him if he does. Stuck between a rock and fucking hard place.]
...Alright. Go ahead, then. I will follow.
[Let's do this thing, weird man.]
[He wonders if this man is a writer.]
[Lovecraft ponders if he should simply leave the man be, but he has the feeling he might just hound him down and pester him if he does. Stuck between a rock and fucking hard place.]
...Alright. Go ahead, then. I will follow.
[Let's do this thing, weird man.]
[So he's removing the helmet and visor after all. Okay. Well, maybe there's a logic to it. Most people do not wear their clothes in the shower. John had to keep reminding him of that. Yes, John would know m-]
[Well. This man has blue eyes and blonde hair like John. Lovecraft blinks, a little taken aback.]
[Well. This man has blue eyes and blonde hair like John. Lovecraft blinks, a little taken aback.]
Uh.
[Oh, he's ordering him something. Strip down....remove his clothes. What a bother. People really need to learn that its OKAY to just be in the water in one's clothes.]
Okay.
[And he's doing so, tugging the tie out of its knot before discarding his trenchcoat on the ground. He pauses after that, though.]
Shouldn't you also...undress? Besides your mask and all.
[Oh, he's ordering him something. Strip down....remove his clothes. What a bother. People really need to learn that its OKAY to just be in the water in one's clothes.]
Okay.
[And he's doing so, tugging the tie out of its knot before discarding his trenchcoat on the ground. He pauses after that, though.]
Shouldn't you also...undress? Besides your mask and all.
[The man undresses in front of him. There's no coy look from Lovecraft. He just works on himself - and there's no precision here, no grace, no organization. He simply sloughs off his clothes like they're another skin.]
[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
I do not demand. People demand of me....a lot.
[He mutters before gesturing to the shower.]
Let us...go inside.
[Lovecraft does....not have a lot of meat on his bones. Slender, with angular elbows and knees and shoulders, and of course, long dark knee-length hair that covers this pale body like a shroud.]
I do not demand. People demand of me....a lot.
[He mutters before gesturing to the shower.]
Let us...go inside.
[He can't help but think about John. This man before him is no farm worker. His hands are clean, not worn. But still, the heft, the build, reminds him of that viciously sunny man, somehow.]
[It was nice having John around. He made things easier for him. Now, he's on his own.]
[The man stares. Lovecraft, with dark eyes, stares back - should he say something? - but then he moves, and steps inside.]
[Lovecraft follows. The water hits him and his dark hair, and he seems like he belongs here. Water's always been his element.]
Go here. Go there. Pick that up. Subdue that person. Do the...dirty work, as someone I know has said. Nonstop. No rest.
[Over and over and over again.]
[He's reaching for the shampoo bottle.]
And I have no choice. Really.
[It was nice having John around. He made things easier for him. Now, he's on his own.]
[The man stares. Lovecraft, with dark eyes, stares back - should he say something? - but then he moves, and steps inside.]
[Lovecraft follows. The water hits him and his dark hair, and he seems like he belongs here. Water's always been his element.]
Go here. Go there. Pick that up. Subdue that person. Do the...dirty work, as someone I know has said. Nonstop. No rest.
[Over and over and over again.]
[He's reaching for the shampoo bottle.]
And I have no choice. Really.
[If anything, Lovecraft is patient. Maybe not sincerely so, given that it seems to be more of a side effect of his slothfulness, but moving at a fast pace for anything has never been his style. The man comes to, and Lovecraft lets out a sigh.]
Everyone I work for.
[...There's something about it that itches under the skin. He doesn't know why. Something about it like an alarm bell. Why?]
I have worked for many, and every time...I am bound to heed the contract. How miserable.
Everyone I work for.
[...There's something about it that itches under the skin. He doesn't know why. Something about it like an alarm bell. Why?]
I have worked for many, and every time...I am bound to heed the contract. How miserable.


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