"Carpe Deim, Carpe Noctem."

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[This post reserved for FM canon happenings that we don't want to spam the community with.]

[Have at~]

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[Ivan drank at a bottle and a half of Vodka, and drunk Ivan thought it would be a good idea to strip clumsily as he walked over to Talib's room. Sock getting caught on his foot, he almost fell over at least twice; his jacket tossed onto a lamp. Placing the bottle so close to the edge of a nearby table it threatened to topple over if even the ground shook, Ivan opened the door.]

/Hiiiighest Bidderrrr~!/

[No response; he wasn't there. Pouting, the grey-headed boy entered the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He hopped onto Talib's bed, rolling around naked for a few minutes.]

/I wanna do it..s'not fair!/

[He scooted underneath the sheets and waited.]

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[Talib was exhausted. The nexus had not been kind after his most recent death and he had been having too many close calls to count. Vaguely, out of habit more than actual cognizance, he took note of the empty bottle on the table and moves it into a stable position as he passes.]

[He enters his room and doesn't bother with the lights, stripping himself quickly and falling into bed.]

[!]

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[Ivan yelps, flailing underneath the sheets to push Talib off.]

Owowowow!

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[Talib roles to the side, re-sheathing the knife he'd drawn from who-knows-where once he recognizes the voice.]

Boy? What on earth...?

GHOSTURBATION

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[Ivan laid sprawled on the couch, one leg and one arm hanging off the side.]

How long is it now? For when you are alive again.

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Three days is the usual. I've heard that some stay dead longer and some find rooms that return them to life, but for me it has always been three days.

[Talib stands on the ceiling, trying to understand the appeal it had for the Fear.]

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Oh.

[Ivan rolled over so he could get a better look at Talib.]

What is it feeling like? To be a ghost?

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For me? Not too different from being alive. It's odd not being connected to your body...But I have died so often that I have gotten more used to the sensation than others may be.

[He trails a hand over a ceiling light.]

It's almost like touch, because I want it to be.

[He repeats the motion, hand passing through the light this time.]

Then when I don't want to touch something, I don't~

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[Mornings had changed, Talib mused. Where once he made breakfast by himself, he now stood at the stove to cook for four people and a puppy, all of whom had gargantuan appetites. He glanced at the clock and noted that the fifth walking stomach would be due in an hour.]

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[At least Ivan helped with the cooking most of the time. Though right now he was busy discovering the wonders of mixing milk with chocolate syrup. He'd already drank a quarter of a gallon, and went to the bathroom twice.]

This "chocolate flavour milk" is so delicious!

[SLUUURP.]

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[Talib slides the crepes onto a plate and hands it to the boy, chuckling.]

I'm glad you like it! It tastes good on these as well, if you'd like to try~ I suggest cutting up some bananas to add to it, too.

[Starts the next batch.]

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[Ivan blinked, ceasing from his action of pour more chocolate syrup into his milk than actual milk.]

I am to put the chocolate flavour milk on it?

[Ivan got read to pour some of his cup onto the plate.]