It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.
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[ Will has decided that he likes Chane, which is a bit of a thing for him in turn. She's polite and cautious and incredibly observant, and her muteness doesn't seem to deter her at all. He feels at ease when he finds his brain reaching out for her, to gauge her, to understand her, and that's something that he's relieved to get from someone around here, if it's only Chane so far.
So, when she joins him, he only hesitates for a moment before nodding a greeting in response and going back to his game. He'll continue like this through the entire time she sits with him, asking nothing and needing nothing in return. He sips his drink once a while, reshuffles his cards, and at one point Winston falls asleep completely, dozing the way a dog without any troubles should doze.
It's nice, he thinks. There's no reason for him to change anything about it. And so, they shall sit. ]
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So, when she joins him, he only hesitates for a moment before nodding a greeting in response and going back to his game. He'll continue like this through the entire time she sits with him, asking nothing and needing nothing in return. He sips his drink once a while, reshuffles his cards, and at one point Winston falls asleep completely, dozing the way a dog without any troubles should doze.
It's nice, he thinks. There's no reason for him to change anything about it. And so, they shall sit. ]