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[requiemshark]

She did. She had a way of....doing things, for other people.

[ Ephemera tips his head back, searching for the right words. ]

Helping.

[doesitanyway]

There does seem to be a group that's taken up the mantle of Safehouse Improvement, at least. One fellow comes by with snacks.

[ Little does he know he means Ephemera's new roommate. ]

[requiemshark]

Yeah. [ He smiles a little. ] I'm trying something. Running errands for the newbies, when they're stuck inside. Most of them just want food.

I don't know. Feels good. It's something I can do, at least.

[doesitanyway]

That's thoughtful -- I've offered the same, actually. Except this one fellow asked me for a computer and that went off the rails.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera raises his eyebrow. ]

Off the rails how?

[doesitanyway]

Well I didn't know what one was...

[requiemshark]

Ah.

[ Another one of those future things. ]

Must be weird. Trying to figure out a new context for everything. At least I know what most of the tech around here does.

[doesitanyway]

You say weird, I say frustrating. Sometimes enraging, when people insist on treating me as a child for not knowing technology.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera hums in sympathy. ]

Want me to punch someone?

[doesitanyway]

I can punch people myself, thank you very much.

... but I appreciate the chivalry.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera laughs, bumping their shoulders together. ]

Never been accused of chivalry before. That's a new one.

[doesitanyway]

I'd make a very ugly damsel...

[requiemshark]

Nah. [ Ephemera leans back, grinning. He's feeling the alcohol now, but that's fine. The moment was complicated at the start, but it feels good just to talk to someone. To have a friend. ] You'd make a handsome damsel.

[doesitanyway]

Is that a thing? I don't think that's a thing. And that I'd look terrible in a dress... though I do prefer longer hair.

[requiemshark]

That sounds like quitter talk there. [ Ephemera has no idea where this is going, but he likes the lighter conversation, the change in tone. Not everything has to weigh them down. It can be fun. They can get drunk and talk and it can be good. ] You always had your hair long?

[doesitanyway]

It's the style when I'm from, actually. And it's easier to cut yourself when it's a bit longer.

[requiemshark]

Is it?

[ Ephemera tips his head to the side. He runs a hand through his own hair, wondering. It's growing in patchy, but he hasn't shaved it flat. ]

Used to buzz mine all the time. Rodriguez, he was the one who wore it long. Always in braids. Fuck the grooming standard and all that. Dunno. Maybe I'll grow it out.

[doesitanyway]

[ Trevor got his trimmed recently, because it was growing out mullety, and he reaches up to run his hand through his own as well. ]

I do know an excellent barber.

Take that with a grain of salt, as he's the only one I've ever been to, but I was pleased with the cut.

[requiemshark]

It looks good on you. Who did it?

[doesitanyway]

He goes by 'Seven.'

[requiemshark]

[ His eyebrow goes up. ]

That a name, or designation?

[doesitanyway]

A nickname, he says it's the same as 'Qi.' Not in a language I speak.

[requiemshark]

Not one I'm familiar with.

[ He speaks English, ASL, a couple words of Spanish. Crow was the polyglot. Picked up new languages like they were nothing. ]

He does good work, though.

[doesitanyway]

I can bring you by sometime, I bet he could even you out without losing the length.

[requiemshark]

[ Ephemera runs a hand through his hair, considering. ]

It grows in funny, with the scars. Hell, why not?