Canon is Warm Bodies

[shambler]

More....pict-tures? You're...as bad...as Julie.

[That said, R doesn't seem like he minds the icons. It's an endearing habit. "Alternative hoarding" that a zombie can get behind]

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[ofdrumsthesound]

A zombie, eh? *Dryly:* How cute.

[askingprice]

Huh, this is new. Zombies aren't really known for their vanity, know what I'm sayin'?

[Here R, have a zombie-killing mercenary with a curious look on his face.]

[shambler]

Good...point. But...

[R's going to search that gray mess he calls a brain for the words he wants to groan. It's not pretty but it's still there. Mostly. In his defense, it's a little nerve-wracking to have a huge muscle-bound guy who looks like he could crush a zombie's head with his bare hands. Seriously, he could probably bench-press buses in his free time]

Not...the point. It's...huh...hobby.

[shambler]

Thanks...? [R shrugs, a little bit baffled by "cute"] Been called...worse.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

You got a paid account?

....Lucky.

[shambler]

[R gives a shrug. Today it's the "what can you do - muns!" variety]

She...hoards icons. Some people...do...shoes?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Heh, my mun was about collecting the right icons as he put it. Now he's started collecting icons for muses he doesn't even have yet.

[shambler]

That's how it...starts...you know.

[Better watch out for your mun]

[ofdrumsthesound]

I'm not surprised.

So, are you hungry? I could use a snack myself, and sharing is fun. *He smirks.* We can hang out in a back alley and wait for some idiot to try mugging us.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Oh, she already knows.]

I know, I was the first, and the headspace is filling up pretty quickly.

I can't believe I complained about being alone before.

[shambler]

[R thinks about it and then slowly shakes his head, embarrassed about the whole corpse thing. He hunches his shoulders almost defensively]

I'm...good. Not...my idea...of fun. Sorry.

[shambler]

Getting...too crowded? Not...enough...air?

[R can sympathize with needing a little space around hordes. It happens]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Yeah, sorta.

I guess you don't really have that problem, huh?

[shambler]

Some...times. Wander off...for...me-time...?

[Does R have to sound so confused? He's trying to sound sure of himself like he's giving Veronica some good advice here. So not helping his case]

[ofdrumsthesound]

Don't be ashamed of what you are. *He sighs.* But if you really don't feel up to being seen that way I suppose we could just chat.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Surprisingly, she gets it mostly.]

That's good. I try to do that too sometimes, but I apparently my mun's "go-to muse". He gives me time off sometimes though when he's with other muses.

[askingprice]

Heh, fair enough. Never really had the time for that sorta stuff myself, but...I can see the draw.

[Luckily for R, Jake's warmed up a little to people who have a little...extra going on, like himself. He's still not a very sociable person, but he's not exactly going to blow R's head off, either.]

[shambler]

Not...always this...way. [R sounds wistful] That's...a good plan. You like...m...music?

[ofdrumsthesound]

But you are now.

I love music.

[shambler]

[R's shoulders hunch into another helpless shrug. Look, they could do the "yes/no" thing until kingdom come, so R latches onto the music thing]

What...kind? I like...Sinatra.

[R's just that classy of a zombie]

[shambler]

Sounds like...you have...some vacation time.

[ofdrumsthesound]

I like rock, punk, anything loud with fun lyrics really.

[shambler]

[It sounds like they can come to an understanding, then. It helps there's a little truce thing going on]

You don't do...hobbies? [R looks about as vaguely surprised as a corpse can get. He totally Jake as a hobby man - the shooting zombies and cleaning his guns over and over kind of hobby man] Why?

[askingprice]

Well...I s'pose it depends on what you'd call a "hobby". I play piano, but I do that more because my mom insisted, said she wanted me to get some culture. Other than that, my job takes up too much of my time. Makes it hard to just...do stuff for the fun of it.

[Jake might have had time for hobbies, had his mom not gotten sick, necessitating him becoming a mercenary to pay for her medicine and hospital bills. As it was, despite his casual attitude towards his work, it was still just work to him. Work he's willing to do for little pay, thanks to his run-in with Agent Sherry Birkin, but he nevertheless never considered shooting at zombies and B.O.W.'s to be "fun".]