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[n5]

[ Five is in the garden, sitting on the grass with a big golden retriever seemingly sleeping on his lap, effectively pinning him in place. The dog's eyes are closed, but if one is observant, they might notice the tail wagging lazily behind him. Five has one hand on Sammy's head, gently scratching him between the ears as he tries to come up with what to say now that he's decided to announce his presence again.

He came back a few days ago after what feels like a lifetime away. He's found his other self, but he's been afraid to ask who else is around. Afraid about who might not be. But he's never been keen on wasting time, and while his memories are still fuzzy, it's better to rip the metaphorical ban-aid once and for all. ]

Ey, so...it's been some time. [ He's grown up, grown older, and even though it can't be seen because the dog is on his legs, Five left the damn shorts behind him a few years ago. There's also a tiredness in his eyes that wasn't there before. ]

I have two important questions;

Number one, who's not dead?
And number two, do we have any lint rollers?

[ As people can see by the sorry the state of Five's suit, now covered in fur, wearing dark clothes, and having a golden retriever as a pet is a bad combination. ]

Comments

[talentedscavenger]

You don't need to apologize. Things....they just happened. [There's a small shrug from her. There wasn't much he could do--he was trying to save them? Or, save the world? One of the two. If Rey thought about it too much, she might give herself a head.

Maybe reach out to Allison? If she hasn't reached out already. She has a team of stylists or people to help with clothing options. [Which was true. Allison was a star and had so much going on for her. She had the people and the connections, might as well use them. But, Five...that scrunching of your nose was more cute than grumpy.]

Five...when am I not tired? [It had been ages since she actually had anything restful. A good night's sleep was hard to come by, even with soothing teas.

Surprise flickers on her face. The other Five was around too? Did they both have a habit of popping in and out of people's lives at the same time? Or were they just that lucky?]

That's good. You at least have ...yourself? To crash with. [God, that sounded so weird to say aloud.] Maybe you both could use a wardrobe upgrade--add in actual colors like...blues, and greens. Maybe a yellow pastel? [Joking, Five. Just joking.]

[n5]

Thank you, Rey. Hah... isn't that the story of our lives? Things Happening. Constantly. Frankly too much. I wouldn't mind if Things Happened less around here. 

[ The fucked up things, he means, the trauma-inducing ones, the world-ending things... those.  But he's all too aware that the universe hates the Hargreeves and pushes Fives another few inches towards cardiac arrest every chance it gets. ]

I swear I can dress myself. But that's not a terrible idea, at least her fashion sense is tolerable, unlike the rest of our brothers'. [ If you call him grumpy, he might scrunch up his nose again, Rey! So it would turn into an endless circle of Five failing to prove he's not cute by accidentally making more adorable faces. ]

All right, that's a fair point. I was hoping things would have improved a little on that front in my absence. Maybe we should listen to Klaus and have a spa day.

[ He knows how hard it is to sleep well, and without nightmares, so he can't offer any help on that front. But maybe relaxing while they are awake might improve things a little. He sees the surprise on her face but isn't sure why Rey has that reaction, so he tilts his head into silent questions. ]

Yes, it's good. We know how the other thinks. [ And they can share things they can't talk to with their other siblings, like their worries and fears. It's easier because they cannot hide from each other. ]

Hm, I do like green. I should get another comfy sweater in that color. [ In case you forgot that he's still an old man, here's proof. The yellow pastel suggestion has Five giving her a long-suffering stare. ]

Pass. [ Short, but with so much emotion. Rey, please. ]