fake palindromes [closed]
The first thing Fran does upon waking up is observe that the hole in his ceiling has grown increasingly worse and the air more frigid for it.
The second thing he does is remove his unreasonably heavy headgear.
Ugh. Why on earth did he even wear that thing?
(Somewhere, in the back of his mind, it seems important - somehow significant - but he cannot fathom why.)
He shakes himself once, twice, to rid himself of the strange feeling that has crawled inside his chest and buried itself against his spine. Then he crawls backwards on hands and knees out of the cardboard box he has come to call home.
(Thinks, maybe, he remembers a time when he had another home but reaching for the memory is like treading water against a length of pool that grows impossibly longer the further he goes.)
When he stands and whirls about, hand flying automatically to steady a hat that is no longer there, he finds a familiar face. "Oh. Uh." Senpai, wasn't it?
Huh, he wonders why he calls this skinny weed (a dandelion, to be specific) of a man senpai. Another one of those thoughts that is foggy where it should be clear.
"What are you doing here -" it occurs to him, suddenly, that he isn't sure he knows the other man's actual name, only that he is 'senpai', "dandelion man?"
Doesn't he have someone else to bother? Fran has more important things to do like....
Well. Actually, he cannot remember, truth be told. Most of his memories of this place actually seem to be centered around the man before him. He wonders at his own judgement.