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[espigeonage]

Who: Aaron elfstoned and Julien espigeonage
Where: LSR clinic
When: Today-ish?
What: Shooting the breeze. At some point, explaining the birds and the... echoes... to Julien.

A few days back Julien had finally been able to leave the apartment and be around groups of people without just staring at everything and babbling. The world is so different now. But he's learning to try and see it as interesting and beautiful and not just... awful... and figure out what the various colors mean. Studying the daystars helps, oddly, even if that had given him another 'pulse'. Hard not to feel a bit of peace now, looking at them.

Today, he's finally actually come back to the clinic. Getting there had been a trip. Being able to see every impromptu urinal not cleaned up by heavy rain does that. Being back is also disorienting, especially with the discovery that when he's when he's in and the MRI machine turns on his vision streaks.

...no, he's not entirely used to this yet, but Julien wants to be useful and work off the sting of failure after having to leave his job in IT - he's called in 'sick' too often in the last few months. Right now, with hardly anyone else here, 'useful' means deep-cleaning whatever he can.

The off-brand cleanser gleams with the same sharp clear hue he's seen in a recent fifteen-colored rainbow, even diluted with water and drying in layers. Kneeling careless of the effects on the worn jeans he wears here, Julien goes over various surfaces, again, with a sponge. He's gotten out all of the awful half-smeared splotches on the floor and walls, and he's done his best on the cracks in the tile and so on that they've so often seeped into, but as the cleanser dries it does so in patterns he doesn't like, lower spots last. Surely he can get it perfect, like he got the kitchen back home. Eventually. The doctors perform surgery in here, sometimes.

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[elfstoned]

Aaron's footsteps are quiet indeed as he walks up to the surgery room, stopping in the doorway to look at Julien. The boy's been at this for hours, and even to Aaron's critical eye, the room is spotless.

His face is thoughtful, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the boy. There's something new he knows about Julien now, about the changes he's going through. Aaron has to tell him, sooner or later. But when? And when he did, how would Julien react?

Was he even right? Was it possible?

Well, he certainly wasn't going to leave Julien cleaning a clean room all day.

"Lose track of time?"