Log 1

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Who: Everyone (General Log)
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day

Comments

[cursedtolive]

Completely sure! Im just a little jumpy. A little jumpy, that's all!

[foundafamily]

[That's all he's going to get, isn't he? Firo bites his lip and wonders if it's all right to leave it at that.]

...Well, if there's anything I can do to make you less jumpy, just say so.

[He turns for the exit, but glances over his shoulder to make sure Czes is coming.]

[cursedtolive]

... Don't worry about it.

[His voice is a little lower, but there's no anger in it when he turns and gives Firo a smile. Not quite as cheery as his childish ones, but it's one nonetheless.]

It's a habit from years and years of doing it. But I don't really think you're gonna hurt me if you can help it.

[foundafamily]

That's... that's good.

[He continues more firmly:]

I won't. I promise.

[If he can help it. Firo's not convinced they're really safe here.]

[cursedtolive]

And I'll believe you!

[He doesn't. But he doesn't doubt it so strongly, either.]

Don't worry, Firo.

[foundafamily]

[He probably should worry, shouldn't he? But he's not sure what else to say.]

...All right.

[He sighs and starts for the door again.]

Where do you wanna go next?

[cursedtolive]

Umm...

Somewhere to get stuff for our beds? I think we had beds, at least, but I want a good pillow.

[foundafamily]

[Firo can't help but smile at that. It seems like such a simple request, but, damn, does it sound like a good idea right now.]

Simple pleasures, huh?

[cursedtolive]

Of course. Simple. That's all we can get, you know?

[foundafamily]

Yeah, you're right.

[He turns out of the building and glances around for anything that looks promising.

Once upon a time, "home" might have seen like a simple thing to want.]

Anything else on your list?

[cursedtolive]

Not really? I mean, I guess we can always use more clothes, but that's not immediately necessary, right? Maybe food.

[foundafamily]

[Firo sighs; he's already feeling a little hungry, but he's not sure if he's ready to risk it. He knows he'll probably never touch milk again.]

Guess we'll have to find out sooner or later if we can actually trust the food here...

[cursedtolive]

[He knows Firo will say no, but he reaches over and tugs on his sleeve.]

If it looks suspicious, let me test it. Okay?

[foundafamily]

Czes-!

[In retrospect, Firo supposes he should have expected that. He shakes his head quickly.]

I can't let you do that.

[cursedtolive]

Firo.

If it's poisoned you'll die.

[foundafamily]

[He can't argue with that fact.]

But then... You shouldn't hafta go through that for me.

[Dying isn't fun, even when it's temporary.]

[cursedtolive]

I shouldn't have had to go through a lot of things, but this time, I'm fine.

If someone doesn't test it and you don't eat any of the food, you'll starve too.

[foundafamily]

All right, all right.

[He rubs his neck, unable to meet Czes's eyes. It's humiliating having to be dependent on someone and he feels guilty that that person is Czes.]

...Thanks, Czes.

[cursedtolive]

... You're welcome.

Don't worry. I won't do it while you're watching so it'll be like it didn't happen!

[foundafamily]

[Czes's casual acceptance is more than a little disturbing.]

But it won't be like that for you!

[cursedtolive]

Yes it will be.

It's real easy to wash out poison.

[foundafamily]

But you'll remember it!

[cursedtolive]

It's just food poisoning! People get those all the time.

[foundafamily]

But that's gettin' sick, not actually poisoned.

[He sounds like he's running out of steam, though. Czes seems pretty set on this...]

[cursedtolive]

Been there, done that. Don't worry, Firo.