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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

Um. Well. Originally? Manchester.

[hijoperdido]

Uuuhhhhhhh....

[Yeah he's got nothing.]

[curriculum_fictae]

… The UK? Earth?

[hijoperdido]

[He shrugs.]

I've never met anyone from outside the encanto, so....

[curriculum_fictae]

… How old are you?

[hijoperdido]

Eeehhhhh... Was in my thirties when I moved back here. After that, it's - It kinda gets fuzzy? Lose track of the days and all.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Huh. Same age even. ]

That’s. Quite a sheltered life then. It didn’t seem like a very large valley?

[hijoperdido]

[Look he doesn't know he's nearing fifty.]

No, definitely not very big. But you know, we, we get by. It's all okay.

[curriculum_fictae]

No, no, it seems - very nice from what little I saw?

Though admittedly this room leaves a bit to be desired.

[hijoperdido]

Ah well. It's. I mean, it's better than it was when I first moved back here? It's- It's got everything I need.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin just. Looks around pointedly again. ]

It’s just - there was a place like this back where I worked? And I lived there for a few months. I can’t imagine being there for YEARS.

[hijoperdido]

Eh, you get used to it. Good company, good music when the family gets going out there, good food being right next to the kitchen.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Martin winces rather sharply. Looks about for any hint of fog in here too. ]

When the family gets going out there without you?

[hijoperdido]

[While Bruno doesn't notice or acknowledge it, there is a sharp tinge of cold at his feet when Bruno look up at him for that. Then down again, petting one of the rats that hopped onto his arm.]

...Yeah. Y-yeah, without me.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah. Yeah Martin knows that cold too well. He shivers a bit. God, this poor sad alternate Jon … ]

I - I know we’ve only just met, but can I hug you?

[hijoperdido]

Uh.

[He looks a little surprised by that request. Looks around nervously.]

I mean, sure, but I'm not sure why you'd want to, cause, I mean, I mean look at me. Not the hugger type really, not good for it.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That just gets a soft, warm smile. ]

Oh, I know. You’re all elbows and joints. But I’ve got enough softness for both of us, and I’m guessing you need it.

[hijoperdido]

[Yeah, he's still a little lost on that. Why would anyone want to hug him?]

You probably shouldn't, you know? May get stuck with a bad prophecy and then it's "oh I hugged Bruno and then broke my leg, he's bad luck!" Or something. How it usually goes.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The more Bruno goes on, the softer Martin’s expression gets. Until he just surges forward to scoop Bruno up into a warm hug. ]

[hijoperdido]

[He's rambling still until the hug and he goes completely stiff. Just no idea how to react to being hugged.]

I-i um.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sorry Bruno. Martin is gentle at least? He holds the skinny little rat man for a moment to give him a chance to relax, maybe, but he won’t force it if that doesn’t happen. ]

Hey. It’s all right. I promise you’re not bad luck.

[hijoperdido]

Uh. You are probably the only one that thinks that, and that's just because I haven't given you a prophecy. Trust me, if I did, you'd agree I'm bad luck.

[curriculum_fictae]

Mm, well. The person I’m closest to back home has the same problem.

[ He gently sets Bruno back down. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Back on his feet, Bruno hunches in on himself, shoulders up by his ears.]

Y-yeah? Well. Least he's got you. That's - You're good at hugging, but you'll probably regret it later.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Every time Bruno opens his mouth, Martin aches even more for this little man. ]

Why are you so sure I’m going to regret it?