Skeleton City // PSL

[birdsbirdsbirds]

They call it the "Market", and it's always buzzing like a hive. The vast caverns are warmed by the hundreds of bodies all hauling, shouting, pitching, laughing, exchanging things from one hand to another. Even more people stroll up above, their voices lost in the tangle of bridges made of stone and wood and metal. The place is lit by dozens of electric signs, spilling brightwarm colors where the hanging lanterns cannot reach.

There is a lot to look at. One person seems to trade a bolt of rich red cloth for some nails and hinges. One man is trying very hard to convince another that the chicken he is holding is worth at least three bags of grainmeal. And then there is whatever Phalanx is holding, which they most certainly did not trade for, and it most certainly leads to someone reaching out over their stall table and grabbing them harshly by the arm.

"Hey, you little theif!" Says an irate, heavy-set woman, "What do you think you're doing?"

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

He watches the entire time, patiently waiting for changes, testing the limits of what Phalanx can and cannot remember from this person's life. When their eyes change to black again and they look lost, he reaches out to catch the side of their face, guiding it back to look at his own.

"Hey, you're okay." His expression is soft, his tone apologetic, "Sorry, I shouldn't have distracted you like that."

[pileofspirits]

When Phalanx is guided back, they smile again, but it's only a reflection of what they see on Robin's face. They're alright, but they're not whole. Just a peaceable ghost.

"Like that, like that," they murmur. The fabric and threaded needle is still held in their lap, forgotten.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"Just like that," Robin says back to him. But before they can bounce off each other for too long, he glances down at the discarded sewing project.

"Hey," he repeats exactly what he'd said earlier, "Are you still interested in sewing?"

[pileofspirits]

After everything, the question still manages to get a response, but it's not quite as enthusiastic or immediate as before. Something is probably getting very tired in there.

Phalanx still seems surprised at the topic and blinks into some semblance of focus, perking up as they look down at the sewing supplies. "Interested in sewing. Gets holes in his shirts."

Once more, their hands come to life and begin to sew, picking up where they'd left off in their aimless seam of stitches.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

And this time, neither Robin nor Vincent interrupt them for a solid minute. Robin is content to lean back again, watching silently, thinking over the exchange. Vincent may or may not be doing the same, though he is the first to finally speak after time has passed.

"'Kay, I gotta get going." He shrugs, finally wandering back in the direction of his bedroom to get dressed, "Cybil wants me down at the station."

"Great," Robin says, not at all interested in whatever Cybil does or doesn't want, "We'll be here."

"Sure," is the only response before Vincent disappears entirely, though they can both hear him rifling through clothing and bags that Robin undoubtedly tossed into disarray.

[pileofspirits]

As things settle around Phalanx, and they're needed less and less in the outside world, they fade into their work. They're not really looking at what they're doing. They're not really looking at anything. There isn't much present in their expression at all, as they let themself dissolve after all of that tiring back-and-forth.

Once their line of stitches finally reaches the other end of the fabric, they put one arm through the tube that they've now made, pull it up to their shoulder, and start tucking the edges into any snug space between other layers of cloth that they can--casually adding it to their outfit.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Robin had been watching this all thoughtfully from just a foot or two away--but watching Phalanx try to put the partly-dismantled shirt on around all the other clothing they already have on just cuts right to his sense of humor. His laugh is sudden, the kind that makes him scrunch his shoulders up and cover part of his face.

"Really," he grins through his fingers, "You'll sew half the house onto yourself, if I'm not careful."

[pileofspirits]

Phalanx looks... lost over this remark. Instead of just blindly mimicking Robin's expression, they seem to have actually caught the fact that they're doing something that Robin finds funny. They look down at themself to try and figure out what it could be, but just don't see it.

"Sew half of it...?"

At least how they'd managed to tie themself into such an impenetrable fortress of rags is made clear, now.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"You don't think so?"

He tilts his head as he asks this, smiling past Phalanx's confusion. "I just think it's funny that you're trying to add a shirt on top of a coat, you see. It normally goes the other way around."

At about this time, Vincent wanders back out of the room, now with clothes on, a very large case strapped to their back. His next stop is the bag of food, or what's left of it, which he scoops into his arms with a crunching sound.

"I'll be back. Don't... I dunno, do anything I wouldn't do."