[after the meet and greet, hanging out on the beach, if only to avoid the boat for a little longer. he's got his cat and he's wearing the absolutely grossest coat you have ever seen despite how it is completely inappropriate for the weather.]
[ that is the most disgusting coat he's seen but that's okay. everyone has A Taste of some kind and caleb's is filthy coat and cute, sweet cat. he's just sat reading a small book by the weird docks and hunched in his slightly oversized leather jacket but he's watching him now. ]
[ peer for peer. the book looks very well loved. all the edges of the cover are getting that kind of raw look to them and the pages are a little dingey from handling. ]
A friend's old poetry book, from back home. It was the only thing I got with my clothes. But it passes the time well enough.
[throws us directly into memshare. you may have this one. though when it finishes, caleb is sitting there with a similar expression as what he had when the memory ended, a cold murderousness.]
week 0, sunday
...Hallo.
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Hey. Having a look around?
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[peering at him a bit curiously.]
Any good reading material?
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A friend's old poetry book, from back home. It was the only thing I got with my clothes. But it passes the time well enough.
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Maybe if we're entertaining enough?
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week 2, monday
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Huh - looking for something special?
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Only the highest quality paper and ink will do.
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Huh... So what counts as high quality to you and what're you gonna do with it?
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I can at least sort 'em.
week 3, monday