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hate_gettin_older) wrote2015-05-25 10:21 pm
hate_gettin_older) wrote2015-05-25 10:21 pm
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He's gotten his old clothes back from wherever they vanished to, clean and folded and repaired in a few places. They still look dingy and ragged next to the clothes the room's been providing, but he's not going to throw them away, is he?
The socks, though ... there's very little left of one sock but a network of holes, clinging together. And you don't really need to wear socks in multiple layers here, it's too warm for that -- but that sock's not worth wearing by itself.
So Edgar's sitting cross-legged on the floor next to his hammock, carefully cutting what's left of the sock into strips that can be twisted into twine. Maybe he'll make something out of the twine later.
The socks, though ... there's very little left of one sock but a network of holes, clinging together. And you don't really need to wear socks in multiple layers here, it's too warm for that -- but that sock's not worth wearing by itself.
So Edgar's sitting cross-legged on the floor next to his hammock, carefully cutting what's left of the sock into strips that can be twisted into twine. Maybe he'll make something out of the twine later.
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Curtis is almost to the elevator before he realizes he forgot his boots. And he's missing a sock, thanks to chucking one of them at Edgar.
Dammit. Oh, well. Not like he's in danger of literally freezing his feet off anymore.
(...He might be grinning again. Maybe. Whatever the fuck his afterlife's becoming, it may not be so bad after all.)