[ When the memories come back — all at once, for everyone, flooding in to fill the wide gaps between any slower specks of recollection — they don't instantly come accompanied by the return of everyone's sending crystals. That might take five minutes or might take an hour or might take several days. It doesn't matter, because Bastien's gone faster than five minutes anyway.
He doesn't try to guess where Byerly might be this time of day. Out, most likely, but that could mean anything, anywhere, so Bastien goes home. And he'd turned over his key with everything else, so this time he does break in, reassured by their neighbor looking directly at him while he forces the window open and going about their business like that's fine, like they totally know who he is and assume he lost his key.
The dogs are not indifferent to his arrival this time. Whiskey even works herself up to some wriggling. So regardless of how long it takes, when Byerly arrives, whether that's down the stairs or through the door, Bastien's on the floor with them, and he doesn't immediately look up. ]
action, backdated to the end of forgetti spaghetti.
He doesn't try to guess where Byerly might be this time of day. Out, most likely, but that could mean anything, anywhere, so Bastien goes home. And he'd turned over his key with everything else, so this time he does break in, reassured by their neighbor looking directly at him while he forces the window open and going about their business like that's fine, like they totally know who he is and assume he lost his key.
The dogs are not indifferent to his arrival this time. Whiskey even works herself up to some wriggling. So regardless of how long it takes, when Byerly arrives, whether that's down the stairs or through the door, Bastien's on the floor with them, and he doesn't immediately look up. ]