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Open Starter - Post Event
Forrest could remember vague bits and pieces from the fateful night of the festival - more than would leave him comfortably ignorant and less then he could put together with any coherence. It frustrated him to no end, made him restless and quick to anger and decidedly pissed at his hellhound companion who refused to give him any further details outside the vague and placating in order to spare him the burden. And yet, there he was, feeling decidedly burdened by the fragments of the night he just couldn’t piece back together. It reminded him of when he had first inherited Salvatore as a cohabitant of his body - back when he didn’t know of their presence and his life had spiraled into irreparable disarray.
That was also...rather unpleasant.
Tearing off another piece of bread from his lackluster sandwich for the pigeons, he tossed it to them unceremoniously, watching them squabble over it with vague disinterest. He was startled out of his thoughts when the pigeons scattered as someone approached, looking up to properly meet their gaze. “Are there no other benches to your standard?”