[He should be on the job. He should be doing what his contract says. But Lovecraft is a fickle being, prone to doing what he wants to do. Even under the contract, he has some wiggle room, some momentary lapses of freedom from an exhausting, tiring line of work.]
[Destructive work.]
[He would be lying to say that he had stumbled on this house merely by chance - he had felt it, that pull, that tug, like an old friend clasping him on the shoulder. Not to say that he was a being who knew much about having friends in the first place, practical hermit that he is, but it's not a feeling he could have simply just ignored. He follows it, trodding down the sidewalk, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to understand what it is. It reminds him of the old times. But the old times, ah, they were so long ago...His memory comes and goes, like fog surrounding a port-side town.]
[He finally turns the corner, finds himself standing in the front yard of this strange house, and he stares at it for a long moment. He doesn't recognize it. Part of him thinks he should.]
Hm.
[And without further ado, he just plops down onto the ground, face first. Don't look now, Watanuki, but there's a man just...sleeping in front of the house. Yeah. Sorry about that.]
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[Destructive work.]
[He would be lying to say that he had stumbled on this house merely by chance - he had felt it, that pull, that tug, like an old friend clasping him on the shoulder. Not to say that he was a being who knew much about having friends in the first place, practical hermit that he is, but it's not a feeling he could have simply just ignored. He follows it, trodding down the sidewalk, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to understand what it is. It reminds him of the old times. But the old times, ah, they were so long ago...His memory comes and goes, like fog surrounding a port-side town.]
[He finally turns the corner, finds himself standing in the front yard of this strange house, and he stares at it for a long moment. He doesn't recognize it. Part of him thinks he should.]
Hm.
[And without further ado, he just plops down onto the ground, face first. Don't look now, Watanuki, but there's a man just...sleeping in front of the house. Yeah. Sorry about that.]