[Comes the slow echo from the man standing not too far away, a dark figure and yet surprisingly not intimidating at first glance - Lovecraft blinks, sluggishly, before he steps up to the man admiring the tree and vines. He's been in that same position before, and deep down he wonders if whatever the man is going on about it similar to his own feelings on what he's doing.]
[That is, counting wood grains? Nothing like it!]
I've counted the grains in that tree before. There are...two hundred and seventy seven grains in that section. It's...really quite nice.
[Two weirdos talk weirdo talk at each other: the thread.]
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[Comes the slow echo from the man standing not too far away, a dark figure and yet surprisingly not intimidating at first glance - Lovecraft blinks, sluggishly, before he steps up to the man admiring the tree and vines. He's been in that same position before, and deep down he wonders if whatever the man is going on about it similar to his own feelings on what he's doing.]
[That is, counting wood grains? Nothing like it!]
I've counted the grains in that tree before. There are...two hundred and seventy seven grains in that section. It's...really quite nice.
[Two weirdos talk weirdo talk at each other: the thread.]