"Clothes," Credence agrees. "You'll - show me how to pay for the cocoa?"
He still, despite everything, can't believe that this little card could be
money. The best he can imagine is that it's like a check you can use more
than once.
There's a light snowfall when they go outside, white crystals falling from
a perfectly white sky. Credence turns his face up into it for a moment,
closing his eyes.
"I haven't seen snow since I was home," he murmurs.
There's snow on the deck of the Barge occasionally, but that
feels...strange, inauthentic, in a way that's completely apart from being
able to feel the ground beneath his feet and the snow on his face. Not for
the first time, he feels something like - not homesickness, exactly, but
close.
"I think there was a shop up here that had some sweaters in the window."
He says, turning left. Credence looks cold all the time, could probably benefit from being swathed in a winter knit. Much better than those stiff coats of his.
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Date: 2017-12-29 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-29 08:08 pm (UTC)"Clothes," Credence agrees. "You'll - show me how to pay for the cocoa?"
He still, despite everything, can't believe that this little card could be money. The best he can imagine is that it's like a check you can use more than once.
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Date: 2017-12-29 09:23 pm (UTC)He says, smiling- and leads him to the front to help him learn how the chip-and-pin works. Luckily, there doesn't seem to be a code required.
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Date: 2017-12-29 09:31 pm (UTC)It might as well be magic.
There's a light snowfall when they go outside, white crystals falling from a perfectly white sky. Credence turns his face up into it for a moment, closing his eyes.
"I haven't seen snow since I was home," he murmurs.
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Date: 2017-12-30 02:48 am (UTC)He admits, closing his eyes and turning his face up to the sky, letting himself smile a little.
"It's beautiful out here, isn't it?"
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Date: 2017-12-30 07:06 am (UTC)"Yes."
There's snow on the deck of the Barge occasionally, but that feels...strange, inauthentic, in a way that's completely apart from being able to feel the ground beneath his feet and the snow on his face. Not for the first time, he feels something like - not homesickness, exactly, but close.
"...where should we start?"
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Date: 2017-12-30 04:27 pm (UTC)He says, turning left. Credence looks cold all the time, could probably benefit from being swathed in a winter knit. Much better than those stiff coats of his.
"They might have more besides."