Midnight Manor Boarding House, Friday afternoon through evening

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had the body during the morning and early afternoon, what with bringing Watts lunch and all. Once they got home there was a change of clothes and Marc took over.

They were heading out of town next week, so Marc wanted to be sure everything was handled while they were gone. Which meant he was currently in his office which annoyingly was still a thing in his life but whatever. You agree to be responsible for a sentient pocket universe that doubles as a place people can live and apparently there's paperwork and shit.

Out front there was a handwritten sign - not Marc's handwriting, mind you - that said Rooms for Let. Ask Within. Door's unlocked. Office is to your right. (Don't worry he's not as grumpy as he looks!)

Marc, of course, was unaware of the full wording on the sign. Because sometimes Steven thought he was hilarious.

[open! As the sign says, front door's unlocked]

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[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden shrugged. "If someone here thinks it's weird, you kinda gotta wonder what they've been doing this whole time," she said. "It's not like you aren't up front what Midnight's about."

She glanced down, scuffing her toe on the floor. "I do have a habit of talking to myself," she admitted. "So it's kinda nice knowing that something is listening for a change."

Blah blah blah lonely kid sob story, whatever.

[hasaknightjob]

Joke or not, Marc definitely knew the whole talking to yourself when nobody else was there thing. Plus, yanno, kid. Marc had a soft spot.

"Well if you need anything you can ask us," he told her. "Me, Steven, Watts. No, whatever, that thing you're always saying."

Look, he remembered there was a thing at all. That was impressive for Marc. And showed how high Arden ranked in things he gave a shit about.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Oh but he remembered. Arden had to look backwards into her room for, you know, that thing she was quickly looking for, lest she suddenly have an attack of emotions at Marc directly.

"I know," she said softly, shyly. "And I will, I promise, if I need to." Beat. "This is a good place."

You know. Like. Generally and for reasons, not because, say, Marc was doing anything specific about it or whatever.

[hasaknightjob]

Definitely not because of Marc. Don't be weird. He was never a good feature of somewhere.

"Yeah it's not bad," he said. Because hey, he could agree the sentient pocket dimension he was responsible for was an all right place.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Hey now, nobody had said anything about Marc in the first place. She knew how this went! The house was good and, like, Marc existed in the house and clearly that was the only thing worth saying on the subject!

"Not bad is good to settle for," Arden said quietly. "I wouldn't trust something that was super amazing all the time. But...not bad? A good place? That's like...you know. Plenty."