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[shilowallace]

Just think what I think: they're just money, they disgust him. And sometimes he gets busy, sometimes there's a rush. And you know he would break a wristcomm if he ever tried to use one, anyway.

I mean, it is going to be okay.

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[dielikeyouwantme]

What's a pretty thing like you doing with boy~ problems?

[shilowallace]

Oh, you know. Just the standard stuff that comes with dating a necromerchant.

[dielikeyouwantme]

What does come with dating a necromerchant? Is he also a necrophiliac?

[shilowallace]

Well, he's a drug dealer. Who...harvets his supply from dead bodies. In a cemetery where it used to be law for all caught grave-robbers to be shot on sight.

He...well. That...gets a little personal.

[dielikeyouwantme]

How deviant. I do admire a girl who gets her paws on things she likely shouldn't.

That's a yes. If it weren't the case, you'd just say no, wouldn't you? Of course you would. But I take it he prefers you, over those icy, solemn bodies, or you wouldn't stick~ around~.

[shilowallace]

In...some ways, a little bit. I mean, he is teaching me how to harvest.

Um. Well, see, there's this game he and I...sorta...play, sometimes and...I guess that's where it gets personal. But, um. He prefers me, yeah.

[dielikeyouwantme]

Drug dealers are a dissolute, unscrupulous lot. The idea of a little girl like you, running around with one, learning his ~trade~, is as funny as it is fascinating.

Do you? ♥ You're stranger than you look.

[shilowallace]

Yeah, unscrupulous is a pretty okay word for what people usually think he is. And, come on, I'm almost eighteen, I'm not that little.

That's...a good thing?

[dielikeyouwantme]

Darling, I'm over 150 years old. You are a tiny wisp of a thing. If you make it as few as another five years, you'll see just how small you are.

It's the best sort of thing! What else have you got up your puffy sleeves? Do you take the bodies apart? Do you trundle them home? Make funny faces with them, in your mirror? Dress them up in your old clothes, and take a whack at your former self?

[never_nor]

It is just a job I imagine.

I do have to get in touch with the man you're talking about at some point. While he isn't much more than a drug dealer his image and showmanship is perfect for something I have in mind.

[shilowallace]

Well, it is. Sort of.

You...know GraveRobber?

[never_nor]

In a way but I'm not from your universe. Had I been I probably would of chosen him for his brashness to be my follower rather than my current one.

He would likely whine much less.

[shilowallace]

I...guess you must not know him all that well if you think he'll follow...well, anything.

[never_nor]

Follower is just a term.

It would be more of a business proposition for him.

[shilowallace]

He'd probably listen. I mean. I don't really speak for him and can't, like...promise anything. But. Wh...what is it you want him to do?

[never_nor]

Act as something of a message and possibly become an implement in killing a few gods.

[shilowallace]

...He's done something like that, already. I don't think he liked it very much.

[bookofjohn]

They're just money?

[shilowallace]

His...clients, I guess, in both of our cases. Yeah.

[bookofjohn]

[The man looks physically drained.] I worked with a waitress once who had an ideal way to put it. Those who offer a service are blessed above all others because ultimately those people will owe him.

So while it might give someone an aggrandized sense of self importance, recognizing that if you can look at them and...and smile still even though they're in shitty moods...


I don't know I tried that. I was fixing a car and some guy gave me crap and I had to walk away before I hit him over the head with a wrench. It's not for everybody.

((just fyi, as i'm typing this, itunes definitely just started playing "grief" ;]))

[shilowallace]

Well, I know my boyf...GraveRobber's some kind of blessed. So's my writer's. Boyfriend, I mean.

Are...you okay?

PSITUNES AHOY. xD It knew what was coming.

[bookofjohn]

[John looks stricken for a moment.] ...Hey it's not obsession. It's caring. It's caring some people just show it differently.

[His face twists.] ...No. To be perfectly honest. I'm...I'm trying to be? I'm sure I will be. [He runs a hand across his face.] ...It's the-the downside to too much caring.

[He laughs, a sad and bitter thing before taking a seat in the dirt-heedless of his coat and outfit.] ...too much caring. I don't suppose you've seen a little boy-green shirt, red tie...hat a little too big for him? Running around?

[shilowallace]

[Frown.] There's a...downside to caring?

I'm sorry, I haven't. I don't know very many little boys. In fact, I don't think I really know any.

[bookofjohn]

...According to some people. Getting too obsessive. [a bitter laugh] They're mistaking obsession with a desire to find my little boy before he hurts himself. He's...he's always getting into places where he shouldn't be but this time...this time...

[He hesitates] I'm sorry. I- [he pats at his pockets for a moment before he realizes that-no, he doesn't still have his photograph.] ...I'd show you a picture but I-I don't have one.

[That's enough of a thought to make him twist again in frustration.]

[he looks amused] Daniel'd make friends with anyone but you and he are...rather different in age. He was the only kid who never wanted to hang out with the teenagers.

[He just wanted to be like his father.]

[shilowallace]

That doesn't...really sound like obsession. I - I mean, children should be allowed to...explore and...get lost sometimes. It can't always turn out badly.

I guess you sort of have room to be picky with your friends, when you have more opportunity to make them. That must be sort of nice for him.