☠ 3:23 a.m.

[prearcadian]

name's Harlock.
no burning questions or complaints or philosophies to regale you with, sorry.
just these:

[three sets of coordinates. if explored, two lead to open, rather secluded areas just outside of town – one on the coastline. the other just leads to one of the bars.]

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audio | at noon... walks in nine hours late with tea

[corviform]

Did you get any sleep?

[ They're housemates so it's only polite to ask... ]

audio at 2, flips yo tea

[prearcadian]

[at the end of a yawn:] Yeah.

throws tea in your face

[corviform]

[ ... Did he just yawn. ]

It doesn't sound like you got enough.

uncalled for tbh

[prearcadian]

Just getting up, can't a guy be a little drowsy?

you're uncalled for

[corviform]

Just... [ He looks at the time. ] It's two o'clock in the afternoon.

WOWOWOW

[prearcadian]

Is it–?

[a beat. hmmh.] I'm up early.

GRINS

[corviform]

[ He sounds practically offended. ]

Late afternoon is not the time to be getting up!

[ Is it any wonder he does 90% of the cleaning of the house. ]

why does my heart cry

[prearcadian]

According to...oh, what? Only if you're following the sun's rules for your sleep schedule.

[corviform]

You're supposed to be up during the day. You'll make yourself sick otherwise.

[prearcadian]

[with a chuckle in his voice:] Relax, Gil. My body's used to odd hours. Comes with space life.

[corviform]

You're not in space anymore.

[prearcadian]

I noticed. But I can still stretch the hours here and there, no problem.

[corviform]

You're not eating on time either. You need to have breakfast.

[prearcadian]

You makin'?

[corviform]

Can't you make your own?

[prearcadian]

Well, sure, but you were the one bringing it up. Pretty concerned-sounding and all.

[corviform]

I'm not your personal servant!

[prearcadian]

[a note of subtle surprise:] Who said anything about servants?

[corviform]

[ He pauses, wondering if he misinterpreted something. ]

You should learn to prepare your own meals. Shade and I shouldn't have to do all that ourselves.

[prearcadian]

[a little more insistent:] Sure, but what's this about servants?

[corviform]

What do you mean? I'm saying I won't make you breakfast!

[prearcadian]

That's all well and fine, Gil. But don't think for a second I think you some kind of butler.

[corviform]

... You could pull your own weight around the house, then.

[prearcadian]

[flatter:] I recall keeping my junk in one place, out of your way.

[corviform]

I'm not talking about just that.

You could buy groceries or at least offer to pay for some of them, clean the house, check for the newspaper in the morning... something!