Date: 2019-09-22 05:51 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] vlad_the_impaler
vlad_the_impaler: eatingwings@livejournal (Wreary king)
It wasn't much of the issue with her appearance. It's a lack of recognition. Amnesia. Since she doesn't recognize him, perhaps her memories are buried and there's no recall. Still, he won't press it. Memory recall doesn't happen at first sight or spontaneous. For now, he simply thinks of it as a close resemblance. A coincidence.

Once her truck was gone, he quickly retreated back into his house to avoid the sun. So draining. Since he hasn't slept the night before, it's time for him to sleep in his coffin-shaped bed and slumps there to sleep for the rest of the day.

When she returns, his dog was waiting on the front porch. A very big black hound with floppy ears wanders around the premises. The dog went inside the house to wake up his master, and Vlad trudges to the front door. His hair a mess from having just woke up.

"Mm....so you're back." And the truck is one piece. He hands her the cash, just like that. Not a check. He paid in full. "Here you go. Just as promised. If you come tomorrow, at the same time, it's going to be the same thing."
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