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You shuffled out of bed and rubbed your eyes, hard. They were already blurry when you first woke up, so rubbing harder surely wouldn't hurt.
Today you were going to wear overalls, you decided. There wasn't any particular reason... you just wanted to dress like you would at home. Socks and sandals came on soon after for the same reason.
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You didn't feel like going out on the town before you checked out.
Instead, your heart moved you to your neofaunic friends, your fingers finding their place behind Mary's ears and along her neck, your arms joining them to hug her on occasion.
Your bug crawled around, occasionally heading up and down your arms, patching up cracks in the floor or burns on Florian (who was thoroughly unimpressed by its constant silk-spinning, constantly trying to keep his little nutberry away from the mad insectoid).
Indiana... stayed by the door, occasionally scratching it but typically pacing around. Every now and then he'd let out a 'woo' or come by and poke your arm, then make a gesture.
All this happened while you forced yourself to recount that... horrible night. To document such a creature, to recount how it felt to briefly lose your close companion. To hear those child-like screams invade your head again...
...your pen slipped away from your hand. You had a better idea.
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<span class="mu-i">knock knock</span>
It was almost past breakfast time. Someone was knocking on your door. "Come in!"
You felt a little better now. Messing around with your nutberries and being surrounded by so many creatures was comforting. What was one more?
The door slowly creaked open to reveal Steele, who promptly allowed himself in. His eyes had light bags underneath them and the man still had his light-blue sleeping cap on. The fluffy ball at the end of it obscured one of his eyes. "Buchanan... you're here?"
"Yes siree, Steele. Jus' doin' my daily routine 'n such." There were still nerves in your voice.
"...well, I'm happy to see you again!" The sleepy man smiled at you. He was going to say something else...
...but he was cut off by Indiana, who'd noticed the man and immediately ran over to hug him, launching himself off the floor and into the aged man's chest.
You, of course, didn't see this until you'd turned away from your little dirt-filled pot and the nutberry now residing within it. All that'd tipped you off was Steele's quiet shout.
The sight was a funny one for sure, even despite Steele's surprise. You had to go over and help him up after Indiana finally relented. "Ough... thank you, boy. That was quite the fall." He rubbed his lower back and grinned at you.
So unfazed...