Strange. [Mildly unsettling commonality, that memory pull. Aubrey considers mentioning this to Omori, but suspects it makes no difference to him; neither he nor Sunny have expressed much interest in puzzling out this world.
[Omori only seems to consider it for a moment, then shrugs, laying back in the pile and crossing one leg over the other; turning his knife about in his hand, admiring.]
[Omori stills the knife, staring at the blade, razor thin when turned sideways. He shakes his head, placing the knife back in his hoodie pocket and curling up on his side. Time for a nap. Sunny should be back once they wake up.]
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[Right.
[She hasn’t seen it in years, really.]
Strange. [Mildly unsettling commonality, that memory pull. Aubrey considers mentioning this to Omori, but suspects it makes no difference to him; neither he nor Sunny have expressed much interest in puzzling out this world.
[So she leaves it at that.]
Like Sunny’s house. But not exactly....
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…No stairs.
No kitchen, hall, bedroom. Anything like that.
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Just the living room.
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Right.
[What a strange detail.]
Anything off about it?
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Pay to play. Not much of a gamble.
[Just the room, the coin, and now he's here.]
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Hah. It really wasn’t.
[Almost too easy, considering. The people in the room were their own worst enemies, Aubrey supposes.
[She stretches her arms, then moves to get up. Omori probably is tired.]
Glad you’re back.
Want anything? [You know. From the kitchen.]
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we can wrap here ough
[Understood.
[While he’s asleep, Aubrey baits Spooky over; not a difficult task. He’ll have a cat on his lap when he wakes up, soft and purring.]