Dictation - 4 [Text] (Forward Dated to the 7th)

[drabsolutelynot]

[When he had blinked back into life upon Hope's altar, Rosen had felt neither joy nor sadness at the fact. He had stared dumbly at the ceiling, noting with vague surprise and disappointment that death seems to do nothing for alleviating a person's mental and emotional exhaustion. They, or at least he, simply felt the same heaviness and dull discomfort that seems to come with owning mortal flesh. Mortal flesh that has aged and withered, had grown gaunt and grey.

There was no ceremony or eagerness to the way he pulled himself up, sat for another moment or so, and gathered himself onto his feet. 

There was a slight haze. A disorientation that felt like heavy fingers gripping lazily at the back of his brain, just tightly enough to be a constant drain but not an actual impairment, and with the same slow, apathetic demeanor he had begun the trudge back to the spires, climbed the steps, opened the door, then tucked himself away inside his apartment, slumped into a chair at his kitchen table. 

What now? 

Should he call someone? Inform someone that he was back? In his tired fog he couldn't really see a point to telling anyone. What difference would it make? Was it even important? His empty apartment almost felt, in that moment, like evidence confirming that no, it was not. 

At some point his fingers crept into his sweater pocket and fished out his phone, and at last he typed out a simple and emotionless text]

Has anyone seen my satchel? 

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[drabsolutelynot]

[The last person Rosen hugged was Frisk and that was after the city had been made whole again. Oddly enough the same day Lance had arrived. Prior to that the last hug Rosen could really remember was the one his Rachel gave him as he left his clinic for the last time, on his way to the DoD summit where everything fell apart.

Hugs in Rosen's life are things that never seem to come without somehow being connected to a tidal shift. Either they foretell the ground falling out beneath him or they are a desperately sought after boon in the sea after he's managed to once again survive a wreck. Though he almost never realizes he's seeking it in the first place.

After a moment he releases Lance, doing the awkward pat on the back that men seem to do when they are unused to showing such emotion, and wordlessly stepping into the kitchen to examine the groceries.

Its another long moment before he looks up]

Omelettes?

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance watches Rosen pass by into the kitchen, letting him looking through the groceries without interruption, and raises his eyebrows at the question.]

I will absolutely not refuse omelettes.

[In other words, please.]

[drabsolutelynot]

[He chuckles tiredly and nods]

Then omelettes it is.

[He gathers up the eggs]

Where is your frying p-- why am I asking? I remember

[And he proceeds to start rummaging through Lance's cupboards half mumbling to himself]