[oswald wonders the same thing, but in a different sort of sense: how long can he go before things blow up in his face? a long week of course, and there's raven showing up once or twice, dodo in the bathroom, his toothbrush hid, owl putting threads on things that shouldn't have threads on them, gryphon's feathers all over the couch-- and he can't do anything to prevent it, it's weird and feels weird too.
fortunately, oswald isn't stupid. unfortunately, being touched isn't something he wants so he spends even longer going without, walking through the city and avoiding the shit out of natives until- until--
he spots that braid a mile away, all sorts of relieved and horrified he's here dragging himself through the streets and, he didn't seem the type.
and so oswald, in all his infinite wisdom (ha), calls out to him from where he is.] --Jack...?
oops 4 that'd probably help wouldn't it
fortunately, oswald isn't stupid. unfortunately, being touched isn't something he wants so he spends even longer going without, walking through the city and avoiding the shit out of natives until- until--
he spots that braid a mile away, all sorts of relieved and horrified he's here dragging himself through the streets and, he didn't seem the type.
and so oswald, in all his infinite wisdom (ha), calls out to him from where he is.] --Jack...?