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"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

justcallmeyana

"Are you waiting on a delivery? Things have been slow so it might have gotten misplaced."

"Oh. Something like that. But has it? Would you happen to know why?"

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The sunset sun basking the waters with its warm orange-y hue. The wind by the waters fresh and airy from the cool waters. It was a peaceful place to linger about. People came and went.

But still the sound of a harmonica plays in the background, carried throughout the winds of the sea. The notes at the whims of the unseen wind.

Such a nice melody. But for those listening closely, the somber feelings of the musician could be felt through it. The player of said song took notice of others that has entered his space. If they were to stop and talk to him, then maybe he could answer.

*Caroline was taking a break from the shop, exhausted when she heard the melody, interested she went to the source*

#OOC: I didn't realize that you answered this yesterday. I'm so so sorry about that.

The song continues to play from the male as he continues to play on the harmonica, not even noticing that someone was making their way over.

The sunset sun basking the waters with its warm orange-y hue. The wind by the waters fresh and airy from the cool waters. It was a peaceful place to linger about. People came and went.

But still the sound of a harmonica plays in the background, carried throughout the winds of the sea. The notes at the whims of the unseen wind.

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"I once know a man. A man with a bowler hat. Wonder what happens to him now."

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"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

"Hm? Are you waiting on something, dearie?"

"I am. Waiting for something. Why?"

"I'm only wondering. What are you waiting on?"

"New words from someone. Nothing more."

"Ah, I hope they come soon. Waitings always the hardest part"

"You and me both. Hopeful for sooner than later. Isn't that the truth? Aren't we all waiting for something on this path of life?"

"Yes, I believe so. Everyone has something they must wait on"

"Would you have one as well?"

"Not so much now. Of course, there's still things in this world I would want but I don't think I'm waiting on them anymore"

"Oh? Have you achieved those things, perhaps? Or is it for another reason?"

«Well, things I wanted to happen fortunately have and other things I doubt will happen now»

"Oh. Doubt will happen? Is there something stopping it? Or do you not want to do so?"

"Nothing much, really. It's just that I'm getting older now it's less likely to happen. In fact, if it did happen they'd call me geriatric"

"Geriatric? What is a geriatric?"

«Elderly, usually 60s and older, but in this case, it's over 35s»

"Oh. Then, are you yourself over 35?"

«I am, yes, 37 now»

"37? Really? You don't appear to be at that age."

«ah?» she laughs a bit «you flatter me, but yes, it's true»

"Wait, would it even be considered flattery? I was simply saying as I'd see it. 37 and still looking as you do is certainly an amazing feat after all."

«oh? Thank you, dearie. But yes, as I've found it is usually seen as flattering to be told you look younger than you are.»

"You're welcome for that then. But have you not been told otherwise?"

«no, I haven't ever heard otherwise. I don't usually have my age brought up»

"Understandable. There isn't much situation that calls for someone's age to be brought out in conversations. Still, no matter the age, no goal is out of reach."

«I suppose that's true. Though I might need to consider more choices.»

"Oh? What sort of choices? If you want to say it, of course."

«surrogacy or adoption, maybe. Although I'm not too sure i admit»

"Oh. Are you looking for the young ones, then? But do take one's time on those sort of things. Who knows... Maybe you'll find your answer that way?"

"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

"Hm? Are you waiting on something, dearie?"

"I am. Waiting for something. Why?"

"I'm only wondering. What are you waiting on?"

"New words from someone. Nothing more."

"Ah, I hope they come soon. Waitings always the hardest part"

"You and me both. Hopeful for sooner than later. Isn't that the truth? Aren't we all waiting for something on this path of life?"

"Yes, I believe so. Everyone has something they must wait on"

"Would you have one as well?"

"Not so much now. Of course, there's still things in this world I would want but I don't think I'm waiting on them anymore"

"Oh? Have you achieved those things, perhaps? Or is it for another reason?"

«Well, things I wanted to happen fortunately have and other things I doubt will happen now»

"Oh. Doubt will happen? Is there something stopping it? Or do you not want to do so?"

"Nothing much, really. It's just that I'm getting older now it's less likely to happen. In fact, if it did happen they'd call me geriatric"

"Geriatric? What is a geriatric?"

«Elderly, usually 60s and older, but in this case, it's over 35s»

"Oh. Then, are you yourself over 35?"

«I am, yes, 37 now»

"37? Really? You don't appear to be at that age."

«ah?» she laughs a bit «you flatter me, but yes, it's true»

"Wait, would it even be considered flattery? I was simply saying as I'd see it. 37 and still looking as you do is certainly an amazing feat after all."

«oh? Thank you, dearie. But yes, as I've found it is usually seen as flattering to be told you look younger than you are.»

"You're welcome for that then. But have you not been told otherwise?"

«no, I haven't ever heard otherwise. I don't usually have my age brought up»

"Understandable. There isn't much situation that calls for someone's age to be brought out in conversations. Still, no matter the age, no goal is out of reach."

«I suppose that's true. Though I might need to consider more choices.»

#OOC: Okay ^v^ Will try not to worry about it too much ^v^

"Oh? What sort of choices? If you want to say it, of course."

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."

"Would you mean a son that is a ghost or perhaps something else? ...But an old boss? Out of simple curiosity, who may them be?"

"My son... he's a ghost."

"Also you probably never heard of him... or us, but I come from an orange called Mimic. Granted there's like three of us now and we don't do much."

"Oh. I'm sorry for asking... You probably didn't need such a reminder..."

"Wait, the Mimic's still alive? What... What happened? Was there more than three beforehand?"

"Oh no it's fine. He sorta stays with me. Nothing I can do to change it now..."

"Wait, are you apart of Mimic as well? Also we all fucken died. We wanted to die. Some of us committed suicide while the rest of us died in battle."

"All right. If it's fine with you, then it's fine by me as well."

"That I am...? Or does it change since everything? Ah, but I would consider myself one of the Mimics, if that makes sense. But still, hope for all that are lost in this."

"I don't think it changes anything, though I don't remember your name and face. Who are you again?"

"If you say so. And it's understandable. But the name's Will... Just William's fine. May I ask what's yours as well?"

"The name is Régis. I heard your name before, but I don't remember meeting you in Mimic."

"Régis? Régis... Régis... I believe that name does ring a small bell, but I don't believe that we've met beforehand. Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Régis."

"It's quite alright. It's a pleasure to meet you as well William. How's life treating you?"

#OOC: Will try not to worry ^^'' but kinda out of habit I guess ^^''

"It has been fine. Nothing much happened since that last time after all. But how about you? Other than... that, of course."

"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

"Hm? Are you waiting on something, dearie?"

"I am. Waiting for something. Why?"

"I'm only wondering. What are you waiting on?"

"New words from someone. Nothing more."

"Ah, I hope they come soon. Waitings always the hardest part"

"You and me both. Hopeful for sooner than later. Isn't that the truth? Aren't we all waiting for something on this path of life?"

"Yes, I believe so. Everyone has something they must wait on"

"Would you have one as well?"

"Not so much now. Of course, there's still things in this world I would want but I don't think I'm waiting on them anymore"

"Oh? Have you achieved those things, perhaps? Or is it for another reason?"

«Well, things I wanted to happen fortunately have and other things I doubt will happen now»

"Oh. Doubt will happen? Is there something stopping it? Or do you not want to do so?"

"Nothing much, really. It's just that I'm getting older now it's less likely to happen. In fact, if it did happen they'd call me geriatric"

"Geriatric? What is a geriatric?"

«Elderly, usually 60s and older, but in this case, it's over 35s»

"Oh. Then, are you yourself over 35?"

«I am, yes, 37 now»

"37? Really? You don't appear to be at that age."

«ah?» she laughs a bit «you flatter me, but yes, it's true»

"Wait, would it even be considered flattery? I was simply saying as I'd see it. 37 and still looking as you do is certainly an amazing feat after all."

«oh? Thank you, dearie. But yes, as I've found it is usually seen as flattering to be told you look younger than you are.»

"You're welcome for that then. But have you not been told otherwise?"

«no, I haven't ever heard otherwise. I don't usually have my age brought up»

#OOC: This is fine right? IDK I try to come up with something #OOC: but brain is struggling ^^''. Just let me know if it's not and I'll change it as quickly as I can ^v^

"Understandable. There isn't much situation that calls for someone's age to be brought out in conversations. Still, no matter the age, no goal is out of reach."

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."

"Would you mean a son that is a ghost or perhaps something else? ...But an old boss? Out of simple curiosity, who may them be?"

"My son... he's a ghost."

"Also you probably never heard of him... or us, but I come from an orange called Mimic. Granted there's like three of us now and we don't do much."

"Oh. I'm sorry for asking... You probably didn't need such a reminder..."

"Wait, the Mimic's still alive? What... What happened? Was there more than three beforehand?"

"Oh no it's fine. He sorta stays with me. Nothing I can do to change it now..."

"Wait, are you apart of Mimic as well? Also we all fucken died. We wanted to die. Some of us committed suicide while the rest of us died in battle."

"All right. If it's fine with you, then it's fine by me as well."

"That I am...? Or does it change since everything? Ah, but I would consider myself one of the Mimics, if that makes sense. But still, hope for all that are lost in this."

"I don't think it changes anything, though I don't remember your name and face. Who are you again?"

"If you say so. And it's understandable. But the name's Will... Just William's fine. May I ask what's yours as well?"

"The name is Régis. I heard your name before, but I don't remember meeting you in Mimic."

#OOC: I hope this is fine enough. If not just let me know and I can change it ^v^

"Régis? Régis... Régis... I believe that name does ring a small bell, but I don't believe that we've met beforehand. Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Régis."

"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

"Hm? Are you waiting on something, dearie?"

"I am. Waiting for something. Why?"

"I'm only wondering. What are you waiting on?"

"New words from someone. Nothing more."

"Ah, I hope they come soon. Waitings always the hardest part"

"You and me both. Hopeful for sooner than later. Isn't that the truth? Aren't we all waiting for something on this path of life?"

"Yes, I believe so. Everyone has something they must wait on"

"Would you have one as well?"

"Not so much now. Of course, there's still things in this world I would want but I don't think I'm waiting on them anymore"

"Oh? Have you achieved those things, perhaps? Or is it for another reason?"

«Well, things I wanted to happen fortunately have and other things I doubt will happen now»

"Oh. Doubt will happen? Is there something stopping it? Or do you not want to do so?"

"Nothing much, really. It's just that I'm getting older now it's less likely to happen. In fact, if it did happen they'd call me geriatric"

"Geriatric? What is a geriatric?"

«Elderly, usually 60s and older, but in this case, it's over 35s»

"Oh. Then, are you yourself over 35?"

«I am, yes, 37 now»

"37? Really? You don't appear to be at that age."

«ah?» she laughs a bit «you flatter me, but yes, it's true»

"Wait, would it even be considered flattery? I was simply saying as I'd see it. 37 and still looking as you do is certainly an amazing feat after all."

«oh? Thank you, dearie. But yes, as I've found it is usually seen as flattering to be told you look younger than you are.»

"You're welcome for that then. But have you not been told otherwise?"

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."

"Would you mean a son that is a ghost or perhaps something else? ...But an old boss? Out of simple curiosity, who may them be?"

"My son... he's a ghost."

"Also you probably never heard of him... or us, but I come from an orange called Mimic. Granted there's like three of us now and we don't do much."

"Oh. I'm sorry for asking... You probably didn't need such a reminder..."

"Wait, the Mimic's still alive? What... What happened? Was there more than three beforehand?"

"Oh no it's fine. He sorta stays with me. Nothing I can do to change it now..."

"Wait, are you apart of Mimic as well? Also we all fucken died. We wanted to die. Some of us committed suicide while the rest of us died in battle."

"All right. If it's fine with you, then it's fine by me as well."

"That I am...? Or does it change since everything? Ah, but I would consider myself one of the Mimics, if that makes sense. But still, hope for all that are lost in this."

"I don't think it changes anything, though I don't remember your name and face. Who are you again?"

"If you say so. And it's understandable. But the name's Will... Just William's fine. May I ask what's yours as well?"

"Strange. Haven't gotten anything new."

"Hm? Are you waiting on something, dearie?"

"I am. Waiting for something. Why?"

"I'm only wondering. What are you waiting on?"

"New words from someone. Nothing more."

"Ah, I hope they come soon. Waitings always the hardest part"

"You and me both. Hopeful for sooner than later. Isn't that the truth? Aren't we all waiting for something on this path of life?"

"Yes, I believe so. Everyone has something they must wait on"

"Would you have one as well?"

"Not so much now. Of course, there's still things in this world I would want but I don't think I'm waiting on them anymore"

"Oh? Have you achieved those things, perhaps? Or is it for another reason?"

«Well, things I wanted to happen fortunately have and other things I doubt will happen now»

"Oh. Doubt will happen? Is there something stopping it? Or do you not want to do so?"

"Nothing much, really. It's just that I'm getting older now it's less likely to happen. In fact, if it did happen they'd call me geriatric"

"Geriatric? What is a geriatric?"

«Elderly, usually 60s and older, but in this case, it's over 35s»

"Oh. Then, are you yourself over 35?"

«I am, yes, 37 now»

"37? Really? You don't appear to be at that age."

«ah?» she laughs a bit «you flatter me, but yes, it's true»

"Wait, would it even be considered flattery? I was simply saying as I'd see it. 37 and still looking as you do is certainly an amazing feat after all."

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."

"Would you mean a son that is a ghost or perhaps something else? ...But an old boss? Out of simple curiosity, who may them be?"

"My son... he's a ghost."

"Also you probably never heard of him... or us, but I come from an orange called Mimic. Granted there's like three of us now and we don't do much."

"Oh. I'm sorry for asking... You probably didn't need such a reminder..."

"Wait, the Mimic's still alive? What... What happened? Was there more than three beforehand?"

"Oh no it's fine. He sorta stays with me. Nothing I can do to change it now..."

"Wait, are you apart of Mimic as well? Also we all fucken died. We wanted to die. Some of us committed suicide while the rest of us died in battle."

"All right. If it's fine with you, then it's fine by me as well."

"That I am...? Or does it change since everything? Ah, but I would consider myself one of the Mimics, if that makes sense. But still, hope for all that are lost in this."

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."

"Would you mean a son that is a ghost or perhaps something else? ...But an old boss? Out of simple curiosity, who may them be?"

"My son... he's a ghost."

"Also you probably never heard of him... or us, but I come from an orange called Mimic. Granted there's like three of us now and we don't do much."

#OOC: Mhm! And also LMAO >u< Now I'm just imagine all of them sprouting from oranges >u<#Kinda in need of something silly and this met it so thank you ^v^

"Oh. I'm sorry for asking... You probably didn't need such a reminder..."

"Wait, the Mimic's still alive? What... What happened? Was there more than three beforehand?"

"They say that there's no right way to do things. Meaning there's no wrong way as well."

"One way at looking at life..."

"Oh. Would there be another?"

"I mean there multiple ways I guess..."

"Multiple? How so?"

"Because life is fucken weird."

"Weird and unpredictable. Unfair even. Say... how have you been viewing life yourself?"

"Well I'm unsure as of right now. Sorta came back from the dead and been cruising along since then."

"Back... from the dead? Cruising, huh... Guess that's a way to describe this. No rush on those sort of things, but have you found anything during your way through life yet again?"

"Hmm well I found my ghost son but that's about it... so far I just been working with my old boss."