[Sleep. Yep. Maybe he'll manage to get a few hours. He does... feel utterly exhausted. Enough so that he has to remind himself to get up and actually get ready instead of just flopping over on the bed fully dressed.
[it sure is very soft. So are the pillows, and the comforters on the bed are fluffy and warm.
Whenever Edward finally manages to drag himself out of bed the next morning, he'll find a note, $60 and a key waiting for him on the kitchen counter. The note reads:
Dear Edward: Apologies for not waking you. I had to leave early to go to work. There's leftovers in the fridge, and here's the key for if you want to go out. I only had $60 in my wallet, but I figure that will hold you for today until you can access your own funds or whatever you need to do. Call me if you need anything. Help yourself to whatever you'd like.
Oswald
The ghost from last night is sitting on the couch again, this time reading a different newspaper]
[It actually takes a bit for him to wake up. And that's a little surprising, at first, but. Well. It always happens eventually. He reaches his limit and just sleeps forever, then it's back to square one again.
He gets up, reads the note. Looks around, spotting the ghost.]
...Good morning. Er... Afternoon.
[She seems fine with just chilling, but it only seems polite to say something.]
[Yeah, he doesn't know a word of Russian, so that's. Fine. Alright. He'll just get to heating up some leftovers, because food is food and he doesn't really care about eating a "normal" breakfast right now. It's a day. Whatever.
He doesn't go out, so he leaves the key be. Mostly he just... hangs out, a little. Staring at his phone now and then. Debating whether or not to call.
...He knows he should, though. He takes a deep breath. Okay, time to be an adult.
By the time Oswald comes back and comes in, he'll hear... talking? Just Edward's voice, though.]
[Oswald blinks at that, having brought home some actual groceries for once, and toes off his shoes before wandering towards the Great Room, listening in a bit. Is Edward talking to a ghost? Or someone else?]
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[gently] "I'll make sure Gertrude doesn't disturb you while you're preparing for bed. She's just...worried."
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...She seems... the worrying type.
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[doubt]
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"...it's supposed to be."
[his parents sure weren't so he kinda gets that skepticism, yeah]
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In my own experience.
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"But speaking as a parent myself, and watching my wife...it perhaps isn't what is in some cases, but it's what should be."
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[......]
All the ones I dealt with just kind of wanted to be rid of me as soon as possible.
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Sorry your parents sucked, too. They sound like jerks.
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Some of them were nice enough at first, but, well. I'm kind of "a lot to deal with".
[....it sounds like he's quoting something that's been said to him a lot
geez.]
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It's fine, though. It doesn't really bother me or anything.
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Until, of course, he had his own child and realized how utterly horrible and awful his own parents had been.]
"...it's alright if it does. But...I feel that might be a better discussion for later. Right now, sleep would do you best."
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[Sleep. Yep. Maybe he'll manage to get a few hours. He does... feel utterly exhausted. Enough so that he has to remind himself to get up and actually get ready instead of just flopping over on the bed fully dressed.
It is a very nice room, at least...]
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It's been a long day. It's been a long few weeks. And this bed is very soft. It's nice.]
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Whenever Edward finally manages to drag himself out of bed the next morning, he'll find a note, $60 and a key waiting for him on the kitchen counter. The note reads:
Dear Edward: Apologies for not waking you. I had to leave early to go to work. There's leftovers in the fridge, and here's the key for if you want to go out. I only had $60 in my wallet, but I figure that will hold you for today until you can access your own funds or whatever you need to do. Call me if you need anything. Help yourself to whatever you'd like.
Oswald
The ghost from last night is sitting on the couch again, this time reading a different newspaper]
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He gets up, reads the note. Looks around, spotting the ghost.]
...Good morning. Er... Afternoon.
[She seems fine with just chilling, but it only seems polite to say something.]
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Then she says something at him in Russian.
It sounds maybe a bit dismissive?????
And then she goes back to her newspaper]
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[Yeah, he doesn't know a word of Russian, so that's. Fine. Alright. He'll just get to heating up some leftovers, because food is food and he doesn't really care about eating a "normal" breakfast right now. It's a day. Whatever.
He doesn't go out, so he leaves the key be. Mostly he just... hangs out, a little. Staring at his phone now and then. Debating whether or not to call.
...He knows he should, though. He takes a deep breath. Okay, time to be an adult.
By the time Oswald comes back and comes in, he'll hear... talking? Just Edward's voice, though.]
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That's why I'm--
[It sounds as if he's... getting interrupted a lot, by whoever he's talking to. And then he lets out a long sigh.]
...Okay, I'll wait.
[It isn't a ghost he's talking to, though. It's much more mundane for once. He's on the phone.]
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