here's looking at you prolecto

[heterophobe]

Not that I'm particularly against a change of scenery (believe me, I'd have killed to get out of the Pitts a couple of years ago.) but does your idea of fun and exciting always have to be some shitty setting straight out of the mind of a madman?

Asylums, islands with a running theme of sex slaves, space, the supernatural. That place that's like a high school student's horrific composition journal. I could go on, but I'll focus on the present: hell.

You want to send me to something that was compared to eternal damnation.

Joan Kinney, eat your heart out.

At least find me some perks. Sell me on it. Say I snap and bash someone's head open.. Would I get Armani's Spring Collection as my compensation? A live-in harem? Another car?

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[st_vier]

Go for the heart rather than the head. The head gets messy.

[heterophobe]

I'll keep that in mind, should I ever seriously lose my shit.

[ And Brian's looking at this guy like maybe he already has, to know that. ]

[st_vier]

[Yes and no. Richard has lost his shit, but his job also basically boils down to one part duelist, one part government sanctioned killer. He smiles amiably.] You at least have a knife, right? [He says it like he's asking if Brian has a cellphone.]

[heterophobe]

Yeah, I keep it in the top drawer at my bedside, right next to the lube. [ Hey, at least he's not in the dark anymore about whether or not Richard's got a screw or two (or twenty) loose. His sarcasm's as dry as the look he gives the other man. ]

[st_vier]

[He's got quite a bit of experience with those of the barbed tongue persuasion, and remains unflappable for the time being.] That's fine if you're home but you should really carry it on you if you're going someplace dangerous.