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[cold_dry_pieces]

It's funny that such a remote place gets as much tourist traffic as this. No way in or out, except once every couple of months, and generally you can't or won't give us a clue on how to find our way back where we belong.
Back home we usually just get the elderly crowd looking to escape wintering up north. Right time of year for snowbirds, too, or almost.

I'm getting pretty sick of wondering...


[ooc; no duplicates plz and try to be vague re: spoilers unless you clear it with me first. I'd appreciate in-game folks not finding out about his murderous habits via 4th wall shenanigans. Tagging back later sob <3 TY and ilu poly!!]

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[dreaming-dexter.livejournal.com]

Ten months... [He's so used to his routine, ten months would be difficult even for him.]

[The news about being there before makes him narrow his eyes. He'd never considered that.] I don't remember anything like that. Is it always during these Visitor Days?

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[He'd like to say yes, because of all people he knows how uncomfortable is to have been here and not remember.]

Mainly.

Ugh, HTML fail is mine today. :P

[dreaming-dexter.livejournal.com]

[yes, that does cause some more frowning] Great.

But maybe I'll come back to stay someday. And if that ever happens- I'll figure out some sort of solution for both of us. [Things could be so much easier when Deb isn't involved.]

<3

[cold_dry_pieces]

[Typically the City's the kind of place you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, but Brian would give quite a lot to have Dexter stay. That's not easy to express, though; too many subtleties, too much baggage. If Dexter were here he'd be happy to paint the town red and to hell with consequences.]

Maybe, [is all he says, with the faintest ghost of a smile that lingers a moment.]