Peter jangles happily, the keyhole that is its mouth opening in something like a smile before it retreats back into the house. It has breakfast to finish.
"I'm afraid so. It's that dirt man." To Gaeta, the answer slips out easily. (Half of it, anyway.) "Have you heard his music? It's just that I can't stand the thought of him breaking into my house. Becoming nocturnal is not quite an option for me at the moment, so I thought that if I did have to sleep at night..."
He sighs. He sounds foolish for this behavior, but it really is all he could come up with. "The town is generally safe enough, and if I am sleeping outside, then I can reasonably expect someone to appear in my space. I can tolerate a hand reaching under my pillow then. But not inside my house."
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Date: 2024-07-21 07:35 pm (UTC)"I'm afraid so. It's that dirt man." To Gaeta, the answer slips out easily. (Half of it, anyway.) "Have you heard his music? It's just that I can't stand the thought of him breaking into my house. Becoming nocturnal is not quite an option for me at the moment, so I thought that if I did have to sleep at night..."
He sighs. He sounds foolish for this behavior, but it really is all he could come up with. "The town is generally safe enough, and if I am sleeping outside, then I can reasonably expect someone to appear in my space. I can tolerate a hand reaching under my pillow then. But not inside my house."