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Hi, it's Palamedes. Do you want to go for a walk with me around East Sophia?

[He doesn't want to encourage Buck to do Dangerous Things, see, but he appreciates the urge to be helpful, sooo come do PR walks with him.]

Er, sure.

Just 'cause you need a buddy?

Well, not only that. I've been going around talking to people, helping out here and there. I thought you might be interested in that kind of thing.

Sure. Just - don't let me interview kids. Once accidentally told a bunch of them that Santa isn't real.

I'm assuming that's somehow a faux pas, but I don't know what a Santa is. Sure, though, I'll talk to the kids.

Great, then you're on. Where am I meeting you?

I'll send you the address; it's a bar in East Sophia.

[Not because he's also buying drinks, no, but there's a whole thing about free food for the locals, etc, so he's already in the area. He will ping the location.]

That's not too far from me.

[ And ten minutes later, walking into the bar. ]

Hey, are we stopping for a drink first?

[Palamedes, visibly just loitering in the entrance, glancing at the actual bar like he does not know what to do over there, um-]

Hi- I wasn't planning on it, but I won't stop you. I don't drink.

Oh, no. It's no fun if you don't, I'll just get a drink when we're done.

All right, what's our pitch?

I could really enthusiastically have a water, maybe.

[Ha. Okay,] We're just making the rounds and helping out. Carrying things, running an errand or two. There is a shop we'll have to stop by so I can pick up a textile order and deliver it elsewhere, but besides that, the streets are our oyster.

Now that, I can definitely do. It's like a patrol, but a friendly patrol.

[ He grins as he makes towards the door. ]

What's up with the textiles? Top secret? Can't even tell me what kind?

Well, it's... textiles. It's fabric. I didn't ask what all of it was for.

[It didn't feel important to picking up the delivery, so like, it's definitely fabric and that's the best he's got.]

I mean like, was it a company? Personal errand? 'Cause I think I could find us a wheelbarrow.

[ If they needed to carry a lot, anyway. ]

A woman and her son, but I won't refuse the wheelbarrow.

[He, personally, can carry like, one spool of fabric at a time. So.]

Well, I think I could handle that solo. But, let's go get that wheelbarrow in case you wanna bring something else back.

Hey, Buck. Do you have some time to meet with me?
I mean, before you stumble on me in the throes of another bad time lol

Yeah man, name a place. Also, don't worry about that other stuff, but are you okay?

You okay with clubs? Cherry's, if so.

I need a designated, uh. "Get me back home after I drink my dad's bodyweight in booze" guy, and I don't want to ask Sabo this time. Thought you might be a pal and let me be a burden for the night.

Yeah, I can do that. Be there in twenty. Is there an occasion?

It's a long story, and I want to be sheets to the wind before I talk it through. Please.

[ He's always polite, after all. Even when falling apart at the seams.

Ace waits outside the club, bundled up tight against the chill in the air and the illness inside of him. Hunched and weary, he'll manage a brief smile when he spots the other. ]

Three sheets I can do, as long as you don't care about the quality of the alcohol.

[ He shows up at the club as he promised, twenty minutes later. ]

Hey, come on.

[ He claps his hand on Ace's shoulder and ushers him into the club. ]

All drinks on me.

[ Embarrassing, that he turns to a guy who's seen him at his worst multiple times now. As if having ( nearly ) all his shame on display has left him with little resistance to being desperately vulnerable now. ]

Thank fuck, [ he cusses faintly, as Buck rallies him.

Tiredly, he rams a shoulder into the other man, and slips his way into the club in search of the bar and the first round. His stomach will hate him for it, paralyzed as it is at the end of his current lifecycle, but he needs the buzz. ]

How've you been, man?

Pretty good. Last month kinda seems like a blur.

[ Which means good because he's been too busy to think about how much he misses his friends back home.

Getting drinks and making friends with Ace is, okay yeah, about Ace at the moment, but it's a little bit about Buck too. ]

What's the strongest thing they've got here? I'm thinking you'll need at least three.

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