canon → WARM BODIES. he's new and somewhat shiny.

[slouching]

( It's like another of those things, isn't it? One of those dreams, except here there aren't any out of body experiences here, the whole thing isn't anything he's ever encountered before, whether as one of the Living or Dead, and it looks like his speech is still shot to pieces. Not quite as small as they were at the beginning, at least, but it's a step backward nonetheless. )

Don't... really m - mind.

( It's a new experience. He'd prefer not to be an empty vessel, and besides, what's there to lose? )

But maybe... should finish reading, first. Almost... done.

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[slouching]

( Zombies probably shouldn't grin, but he does anyway, a grotesque, lopsided facsimile of one. ) Hardy.

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[detoxes]

[Strangely enough? It doesn't freak her out. She just matches him, trying not to laugh. And failing. There's just something about this undead bro that takes the edge off.]

[slouching]

( Probably because he's not trying to take anything else off............

FLESH OFF HER BONES THAT IS don't be dirty tsk tsk.

And perhaps it's something infectious, a different kind of contagion - the breaths that he biologically no longer needed to take are expelled in a broken staccato of hacks and huffs. )

[detoxes]

[There's been a distinct lack of soul-swallowing, flesh-tearing, and/or body-possessing. So Mia's okay with that. Totally.

She just keeps laughing, relieved that this hasn't taken a turn for the worse.

But - what is - is he laughing too? That's what it sounds like he's trying to do. Poor thing.]

My name's Mia, by the way.

[slouching]

... M - Mia. ( He says, haltingly, tasting the word. It's easy; once the first syllable comes, the second follows. Kinda like 'Julie'.

R nods, a slight incline of his head, and shallowly jabs a finger into his own chest. ) R.

[detoxes]

Yeah! That's me. [She nods, giving him a grin of encouragement. She would clap but - uh. Oh. Forget that.]

Just R? Huh. It's nice meeting a zombie that doesn't want to kill me, R. [She'll just extend her hand for a friendly shake instead.]

[slouching]

More... of us. Back - ( Home? Is that what the structure with its runways, its towering glass and metal ceilings is to him? He's lived in the 747 for as long as he can remember, its once-empty cabins gradually filling with what he finds and brings back - but R's not sure, any more.) - at t-the airport.

( Mia's gesture is, for a split second, wholly unfamiliar, but once he understands R takes it in a stiff, loose grip, his own fingers cold. ) ... Hi.

[detoxes]

The airport? Is that where you live? [Er - reside, she guesses to herself as an afterthought.

Yeah, his hand is cold. She almost shies away from it at the last moment, but she's polite and they shake.]

Hi.

[slouching]

( A short, jerky nod. ) Have... a plane.

( Mia this is legit the coolest dead bro you will ever have. Name any other zombie who's the owner of a 747 housejet. Anyone. )

[detoxes]

[Her eyebrows raise.] A plane. Huh. You need to show me your crib sometime, R. Sounds pretty cool.

[Yeah no. Legit impressed.]

[slouching]

Doesn't... fly. ( Awwyeah. He'd get all the chicks except no that's M.

Still, it's no skin off his nose. Even if he does spend the rest of his life in the Stadium, all those records in the cabin...

Nope. Can't leave them there.

A shrug, and in an unusually small movement, the corner of his mouth quirks slightly upward. ) ... Sure.

[detoxes]

[Mia's helpful. Just let her know. She'll definitely help with the big move.]

I'd show you my place, but... I don't exactly think it'd be safe. Like - at all. Plus - not as cool as a plane, okay? You've got me beat. [She laughs, ruffling her hair a bit. 'Not safe' for zombies is like- the understatement of the year. Hell, random people who knock on the door have a huge chance of getting buckshot. But she's not gonna let R know that.]

[slouching]

( 'Safe' is relative, R supposes. Another rise and fall of his shoulders and he reaches up, mimes a slightly uncoordinated gunshot to the head with three fingers. )

S'all t-the same. Army s-shoots... everything. ( Because whoever said the military forces were picky about who they fired upon?

But she's totally right on one front, still - nothing tops the plane. )

[detoxes]

[She sees what he's doing there, and she grins.]

Army. Ash. Same difference. Maybe if he realizes you're not a Deadite, you'll be invited around for beers. Because - well. You aren't one of them? ...Right?

[slouching]

( It's hard to say if you are or aren't something when you don't know what it is. Or maybe it's just terminology; maybe that's what they call the Dead back where Mia is from and maybe it's all the same. ) D-don't... think so.

( Also gurl you might not want to see this bro on alcohol. Just... yeah. )

[detoxes]

You don't strike me as one. So I'd say you're in the clear. [Mia gives him a thumbs up.]

I guess you're just a regular zombie. Not a demonically-possessed one. And that's fine by me.

[slouching]

Coo..l. ( What about these demonic ones, though? Was this what happened with them, too? R doesn't recall mention of anything vaguely like that, but then again, he hardly remembers anything before he became one of the Dead. He supposes it could be possible, though if Hell was involved he's fairly sure things would look slightly different...

Well. Not that it matters very much. Still, there's a curiosity he can't shake off. ) What... demons?

omg hi. ❤

[detoxes]

The kind that enjoy eating flesh, bathing in human blood, swallowing souls - stuff like that. Real jerkoffs. I'm not a huge fan.

[For various reasons she'd rather not try to explain to this guy right now. Unless he asks.

...To be honest, she just feels really weird rattling off all this random shit to someone who can't really converse with her. She feels like she's being overbearing, as nice as he is to her.]

heyy.

[slouching]

( Perhaps it doesn't quite show, but the strangeness of her words is enough that his brows are knit in confusion, or at least make to. Eating flesh? Sure. Bathing in human blood? He concedes that, yes, sometimes a hunt or two goes a little awry and they get a fresh coat of Living blood on their shirts, but he wouldn't go so far as to describe it a bath. And that last one is really, really out there. Swallowing souls - not quite possible as far as he was aware, unless she meant it in a figurative manner. Briefly, he wonders how it tastes otherwise. ) ... Weirdos.

[detoxes]

[Mia grins. This? This is good. Judging from just how confused he looks.]

You know what, R? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.