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Eugene was currently spouting off to somebody who had walked away over 45 minutes ago whilst Tilly stood off to one side.

The lighthouse keeper didn't really have it in her to inform her father that he was currently shouting at a lamppost like a thing possessed, so instead she sat on the ground.
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to do with them.

Instead - he simply sat on his bench, rolling the organs in his hand and staring off into the darkness.

Contemplating what to do next…
⚠️slightly gross warning⚠️

Eugene needed to be able to see to drive his new fishing vessel, knowing what he had to accomplish to regain his sight for a little while was the part that he dreaded most.

He didn't really want to talk about where the eyeballs in his hand came from, nor what he was going⬇️
It seems that Tilly was already prepping the barn for Halloween with homemade decorations made from paper and scraps of wood she'd found lying around.

Making candy for trick-or-treaters was something ingrained in her, so for the moment she was sitting in front of a campfire boiling homemade syrup.
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Eugene fell silent, his hand softly clenching at his side.

“I think you should leave…”
That was all he managed to retort, through shaking breaths.
αll fíхєd, just líkє ít nєvєr hαppєnєd..."

Eugene froze, feeling the blood in his veins run cold hand in hand with the memory that reared its ugly head.

“You’re one of those things that they brought up from the ground..."

"уєρ, fυииу нσω тнαт ωσякѕ ιѕи'т ιт?" The pale man's grin widened, ⬇️
The pale stranger smiled, their head cocking with a click to one side as they eyed the fisherman with keen interest.

“чσu αnd чσur dαughtєr αrє α funnч pαír, αín't чαh?" the stranger remarked, gesturing in Eugene's general direction.
“í cαn't tєll hσw ít wσrks вut íts fαscínαtíng... чσu'rє ⬇️
The farmhouse for some air and peace.

Yet wound up being the observation piece for a clearly inhuman entity.

“Is there something I can help you with?” the fisherman inquired, casting a gazeless eye towards the pale stranger, feeling the faint ripple of his own creature spike with unease.
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Eugene had heard about this person, ‘the human’, from his daughter not too long ago.

The fisherman didn't quite know what to make of them, one thing was for sure; he couldn't hear a single puff of breath as the footsteps crunched closer towards him.

He’d sat himself down on a bench just outside ⬇️
Laugh at the thought.

Eugene nodded softly in response, smiling warmly whilst returning his hand to his side.

“That's nice, must be helluva job at Christmas and Thanksgiving, betcha dinner table is so long it's out the front door,” the fisherman teased, sniggering slightly at the mental image.
“Aint that the truth though,“ Eugine replied with a nod, fully aware of the situation that was the little county in Kansas.

“Sometimes I feel like Nowhere is where a higher power decided to test out the things that they weren't sure would work out in the rest of the world,” he hummed letting out ⬇️
"You deal with Nowhere long enough, you end up with your patience being forged in fire."

He chuckles, before taking Eugene's hand and giving it a firm shake, careful not to shake too hard as to tear the man's arm out the socket. His pawpads seem to hum gently with a deeply suppressed energy.

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The dog person to shake, the movement is slow and slightly uncoordinated.

Eugene hadn't got the grasp on this whole ‘being blind’ thing and didn't want to accidentally wack somebody.
The dog person to shake, the movement is slow and slightly uncoordinated.

Eugene hadn't got the grasp on this whole ‘being blind’ thing and didn't want to accidentally wack somebody.
cocking his head a little to one side but unable to actually take in what was actually in front of him.

“Well, it's nice to meet you again; family member from another universe - I will not apologise if I become a massive pain in the butt in this life,” he attempted to offer out a hand for ⬇️
There was silence from the scraggly fisherman as he took that in, his expression didn't change from the cheer that he kept grasping onto tightly.
It was the only thing keeping him sane after all.
He didn't seem to be phased by it though.

“I was wondering why you felt so familiar,” he responded ⬇️
He seems caught up in the reminiscence too, his frayed ears tilting as he listens to Eugene recount tales of another version of himself.

It was odd to feel nostalgic for a life he never had, but he supposed that it wasn't EXACTLY a life he never had, was it? It was a life another him had lived.

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whilst carrying him up over my head so he could make them fly.”

The fisherman shook his head, his cheerful expression dipping ever so slightly before he shook it off.

“Didn't even think that he'd realise that planes flew, that's how special he is.”
whilst carrying him up over my head so he could make them fly.”

The fisherman shook his head, his cheerful expression dipping ever so slightly before he shook it off.

“Didn't even think that he'd realise that planes flew, that's how special he is.”
Some little metal planes when I was on my way home one time, there were about four of them in a pack and as per usual, didn't think much of it, ‘oh they're nice colours’.”

“Next thing I knew, he was looking up at me with those big ‘ol eyes and I ended up having to run around the farm for an hour ⬇️
things like sit, stay n’ all that jazz but I ended up buying him picture books on the way inland cos’ ma had taught him how to read like a five-year-old,” he almost seemed proud when he remaiced and sputtered slightly with laughter as a particularly fond memory surfaced.

“I brought the little guy ⬇️
level of astronomical weirdness that Nowhere would provide.

Eugene kept talking - more to fill the space, it was pretty clear that silence made him uneasy for a deep-seated reason that he wasn't quite ready to share.

“It was actually pretty interesting, normally with dogs you just teach ‘em ⬇️
It was a small book, about the size of the palm of a person's hand and just like Eugene, slightly tattered around the edges.
Filled to the brim with various family snapshots that ranged in variety.

Everyone would be all smiles (aside from Eustace, which was expected,) or there would be some ⬇️
He gently takes the photo from the stranger on his front porch, tilting his head as he looks upon it with curiousity wrote across his face, blind eye squinting slightly.

Should he reveal he's also a Courage yet? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it would be a creature comfort to the stranger, or perhaps-
He trailed off for a few moments before producing a small photo holder from his pocket, quietly thanking whoever was listening that it was still there before he attempted to hand it over to the stranger.

“I'm not ashamed to admit I passed out there and then.”
He trailed off for a few moments before producing a small photo holder from his pocket, quietly thanking whoever was listening that it was still there before he attempted to hand it over to the stranger.

“I'm not ashamed to admit I passed out there and then.”
of the tattered pockets on his coat for something.

“Showed up one weekend and Ma was brimming with excitement, ‘I found a dog and brought him home,’ didn’t think much of it until I walked in and the little guy was sitting building towers with blocks like my daughter did when she was a toddler,”⬇️