[she disappeared the night of the 1st because she doesn't actually stick around 24/7. last night she curled up in christopher's place now she's back and she doesn't say anything but she's definitely there. there's a flash of golden hair every few blocks huey walks outside or you know she's keeping an eye on wherever he's dwelling rn.]
[even if Huey doesn't look up she's definitely there. she's sitting a little ways away with her tablet, talking to people sometime but you know her attention hasn't left Huey completely]
[should a native or anyone try to mess with huey chances are monica hunted them down later and went all mask maker on them without killing anyone (yet) and they were left with nightmares for a week]
[she knows huey knows she's following again, so she doesn't even try to hide it. in fact, she's pretty close today, maybe just a dozen feet away, although she never approaches]
[You're walking in the city There's might be people around and you're not looking at your tablet Out of the corner of your eye you spot her: Monica Campanella.]
[It's hard to tell what overcame her. What could convince her to let go of the one thing she managed to grasp?
but it's there. the handkerchief Huey gave her on the first day is sitting outside his dwelling, washed and folded nicely and sitting in a basket with a couple pieces of bread she baked. in the language they shared in Lotto Valentino, it says "thank you"]
I've nothing of interest to report, however. The days are dull and dreary. As dull and dreary as the skies. Could this mean I've mastered pathetic fallacy? My roommate said she'd care to meet you some time. I think I'll return to tending the flowers under the dull and dreary skies. They especially need cheering up, you know.
[Christopher is always happy to talk about friends, so cheerfully on he goes]
Erika is an elegant and childish young woman with a love of detective novels and mysteries. On one hand, she's like a delicate-looking flower that's actually quite rotten at the roots. On the other hand, she's also a bitterly crusted pastry with a sweet meringue within. As an ally and a friend, she's already proven most worthy. As Chi's not here, I've partnered with her on missions instead.
[All that carefully-selected information is rattled off as if it were a whimsical ramble. After all, Erika wants to protect him. Christopher can at least be careful how he talks about her in return.]
As of course could only be anticipated for one such as myself, I've found a rabbit of the moon. Sadly, I was alone at the time of my discovery. However, all my loneliness at such tragic abandonment has itself abandoned me now that I have spoken with my friend the rabbit! Is it your wish to meet her?
[Christopher can't let himself think about it—] As I'm already in the East Wing, it would be quickest if I came to you at your unit. I couldn't trouble you by asking you to come all the way to my unit.
[He over-explained, he knows that the second he says it, but there is no taking it back. If he thinks too hard, he'll remember what the choice really is: letting himself face Huey on the old man's own territory, or letting Huey violate the small sense of security he has in his own living space.
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