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❝ hi, it's kieren. sorry i'm not in right now. leave a message and i'll get back to you. ❞
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I did? I don't remember. [Yeah he was not expecting this... Would've been nice if they'd given him some warning.

He looks around.] Think I'm in the downtown? There's cafes and some small stores, the streets are cobbled. [He makes a mental note to come back here and explore later.]

Alright. I'll be there in a second.

( as in, you can literally hear him putting on his shoes in the background. )

Okay. [He does indeed, and not sure how long it'll be, he goes and sits down on the nearest bench, holding his bag in his lap. There's a nervous excitement about him now.]

I can't wait to see you. [He pauses, then adds:] Have you been happy here? They said you been in the city for a while.

( there's a slight pause on the other end. )

I should probably tell you this before I see you, so it's less of a surprise. I'm...well. My heart started beating last month. I came back to life, somehow.

[There's some silence on the other end as he processes this, and it's with some shock, honestly. He does still remember what happened to Amy, her mysterious return to life before she died.

Finally, he says, softly.] That's-- Well, I'm glad, if you're happy about it. [He means it, too. Whatever makes him happy, really, it doesn't change what Simon feels about him.] Maybe it was this place, maybe they did something to you. [Having cold skin was no conducive to cuddles, after all.

God he hopes they don't do the same to him, if it was even them.] Or maybe it's because you're special. [Even if he wasn't the first risen, and Simon is now unsure of that considering what happened to Amy and why she was killed, but Kieren Walker is still special as far as he's concerned.]

I'm not special.

( absolutely not, simon. don't start this again. you can hear the door to his apartment swing shut as he leaves, and his brisk footsteps. )

It's...taking a little bit to get used to. I still forget to eat regular meals sometimes because I forget I have to.

Well, you are to me. [So there :P And he does hear the footsteps, yes, it has him looking around.

Not remembering to eat... He's forgotten what that's like, but he does have some experience with it, so he can sort of imagine.] I'll make sure you remember then, wouldn't do you any good to get sick. [A pause.] How far away are you?

That's different, though.

Ten minutes, I think. I don't live that far away. But you've also probably been given your own apartment by the city, if you'd rather go there.

( well. he's leaving the option open, okay? he doesn't know where they stand. )

[Oh.. His unbeating heart does a little leap.] No, I'd rather be with you. But... you're saying you want me to live in your apartment? [JUST SO HE KNOWS, that's a lot, but he does want it.

Ten minutes, not so long now then.]

You used to live here. Before you left.

( ...before he found the knives, but that's a story for later. )

Oh. [Well then.] Alright. Yeah, I'll stay with you.

Anything else I did that I should know about? Or should I wait until you get here?

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