here we go again

[fiendfries]

Really? Is this a thing we're doing again? See my name written on one list and suddenly you're all gung-ho and ready to hop on the band wagon. Well, woohoo for that. I needed to stretch my legs.

Oh no, I won't get too comfortable. I did miss this body, kind of nostalgic and all those warm and fuzzy feelings.

Just don't get any bright ideas. You've got a bit of work to do before you can live up to my standards. I may have met a few fixer-uppers in my time, but lets not make this more difficult than we have to. Places to go, things to ruin--you know the drill.

Oh also, the username? Cute.

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[ofletters]

[ Why is he ever surprised to see ghosts from his past? All the same, his stomach lurches a bit, and Ruby will undoubtedly know that wary expression, even though it's worn by a man who hasn't seen her in years. ]

I'll still never get the French Fry thing.

[fiendfries]

[ Oh, she does. But he's notably scruffier than the last time they had a chat. ]

You try spending centuries having your skin ripped off your bones and not want a little grease in the pit of your stomach afterwards.

[ofletters]

[ Inhale. Exhale. Yeah, good to see you, too. ]

I don't think that was my first response, but okay.

[fiendfries]

Since when were you so squeamish, Sam? Don't tell me you've grown soft in your old age.

[tough_sweet_sixteen]

Oh. So you're another one of us.

With the...condition.

[fiendfries]

The "Condition"? That's a little racist, don't you think?

[tough_sweet_sixteen]

Sexist.

Apparently, the most fatal condition you can have in this world is having a vagina.

[fiendfries]

I'm guessing there's a sob story to go with that.

[boykingrising]

[ Hi Ruby, have a Sam peering at you. Just not the Sam you knew. ]

I guess living off junk food won't hurt you.

[fiendfries]

[ Well, isn't he just adorable? ]

Now that's a phrase I never thought I'd hear from you.

[boykingrising]

[ He's damned adorable. ]

Didn't say I was gonna.

[fiendfries]

You know, I could just eat you up.

[ Which is funny to her since it's Sam that feed from her. ]

[allbloodyhail]

What have you got against fixer-uppers?

[fiendfries]

Too much work, not enough pay off. What can I say? I have great business sense.

[allbloodyhail]

Maybe you're just not fixing up the right upper.

[fiendfries]

Oh please. Don't tell me you're trying to cash in on the pity party. News flash? I never get invited to those. Best quit while you're ahead, bucko. You've done nothing to interest me.

[putuporshutup]

Look at you, back in blonde.

[fiendfries]

What can I say? It suits me.

Where'd you get your facelift?

[putuporshutup]

L.A., of course. Where else?

[w1nn1ng]

Damn kids these days.

[fiendfries]

[ Shit. ]

Well, there goes the neighborhood. Too bad, I was just starting to like this place.

[w1nn1ng]

[ A little chuckle. ]

And why wouldn't you? Humans edging their way into complacency - this place is full of ripe pickings. You know, where I'm from, there's too much lean.

I suppose I should admit you sin-peddlars did a good job setting up for the next generation.

[apalerider]

[ The username is what piqued his initial interest, but no one needs to know that. ]

No more long games?

[fiendfries]

[ What can she say? She has good taste. Both figuratively and literally. ]

I'm running out of kids to play with.

[apalerider]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. From an accountant's perspective, the ins and outs are about the same, though more with a slant toward in.

Surprising to you, perhaps, with the weather we've been having as of late... [ Is that what you call an Apocalypse, Death? Or the sky raining angels? ] But true, where most populations are concerned.