OPEN SEASON.

[crawly]

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[underhound]

[ meaningless pleasantries they may be, but giovanni takes the gesture with a smile and slips out the door with a bow of his head. he looks forward to watching when this man meets his brother. ]

[shooteverything]

[ for a mercenary, heine actually tends to go out at normal times. admittedly, he prefers the dark, but that's because bright lights make his eyes hurt. still: it's a little after midday and he's on his way back from getting groceries, holding a paper bag in one arm as he turns the corner and heads down an alleyway between two dark buildings.

easy to confront, in a narrow passageway, and hard to miss, with his white hair and skin. ]

[unconned]

Your clothes? What the hell did you mean by tha-- Shitting dick fucks! [Oh. He forgot about this side of her. Sides, to be specific. The bossy one and the cat one since it has been a long time since the two had seen each other. Which could explain why he jumps back in shock, dropping the bouquet on the ground. He had to bite down on his tongue from swearing loudly, the sensation he feels like now akin to having lighting suddenly striking him.

After making sure his heart wasn't really lodged in his throat, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. There was a brief look of annoyance at Shijima when he approached her, running both hands through his hair. The bouquet was ignored completely. Wasn't like anyone tangible would get them anyway.]

Jesus, Shijima! A little warning next time would be nice. My lives flashed before me eyes for a moment.

[Still he follows her orders and picks up her clothes. A whipped man whenever it came to the girls in his life. Lives. Whatever. Careful in folding them up, he notes the amount of blood on them and hates the fact she appeared when there was snow everywhere. The white blanketing everything around them made it seem much more brighter than it should be.] We're definitely going to play a round of Twenty Questions when we get back to the motel.

Which isn't a bad thing, mind you. They have great room service there and the vending machine there is decent.

[oxidantshappen]

Not personally, no, but I saw what happens after. [He puts down his fork and does his best to make his eyes unfocused, limbs slack, jaw dropping down.] And then when they talk it's all slurred together.

[theblonde]

[serena sighs, giving in, returning to her pie and coffee. she's quiet for a moment before she decides to abruptly look at ned again.]

Do you need any help around here?

[allures]

[effy doesn't make another sound until they reach the park.]

So?

[she hasn't taken her eyes off of him, not once.]

What is it?

[undeaths]

[ that's certainly some colorful language, shijima thinks, but her perception of language shifts along with her body. meowing, shiratama butts her head against his shins and steps away, dainty and arrogant at the same time.

even in this form, her white fur is stained with flakes of red. it'll come off, at least. she she darts away a few feet, only to lie down in the snow and roll around briskly, smearing away some of the dried blood.

it leaves red smears on the snow, of course, but any DNA testing will be inconclusive unless police suspect international crime.

she sits back up, licking her fur quietly, and sighs. or at least, she seems to, shoulders lowering for a moment before she stands up and walks back over to stand at matthew's feet, looking up expectantly. ]

[dogbites]

[ uh. ]

What do they talk about? Anything special?

[ prophecies of an apocalypse, or anything? because then she might suspect some kind of mind-altering drug-based cult rather than a virus. ]

[shooteverything]

[ at this point he's pretty sure she's high on something, which would explain a lot. he'd be more sure if it were bright enough for him to see better. but it doesn't exactly matter, after what just happened. ]

He's just this... asshole. I know someone he knows, and he thinks we're together. Or something.

[ god, his nose hurts. hopefully it isn't broken. he stares at the back of his hand, thinking, and then tacks on like an afterthought: ] I broke his shoulder last year.

[oxidantshappen]

Ummm....

[He holds the weird pose again and tries to imitate what he's heard.]

Ennnnnnnnnnnddddddddd. Ennnnnnnddddddddd....yeah all the fuck they really say is the word "end" a lot and occasionally "yes" and "no" once ashed questions.

[nedly]

Umm.

[ he stops halfway to the newcomer's table, turning to face her. ]

I wouldn't say no. And you're always welcome here.

[ he flashes her another smile, and rushes off to take the customer's order. he'll be back soon! ]

[dogbites]

[ uh. ] So there's no known source and the worst case scenario is ending brain processes.

[ god, why does everything suck so much. she scrubs her eyes with the heels of her palms, leaning back in her chair and not eating any of the sugar and butter monstrosities on her plate. ]

[oxidantshappen]

Don't think that it's always going to be no source. [He stops with the weird pose and shoves more of the food in his face.] It's not like we've been sitting on our asses, or at least I haven't. Just gotta wait for things to float up the chain.

[His expression falters a little before perking back up.] 'S why there was time for food.

[unconned]

[He would protest at her leaving evidence behind in a place like this but then again. It wasn't like sh was from here. And the blood mingled with the snow... So surely that meant they won't be able to pick up anything. Matthew hopes this is the case and goes along with the flow, the story of his life for some time now.

When she comes and sits next to him, looking up at him like that-- He meets her expectant look with a look of his own, his expression one that showed how he was puzzled by her actions. Then showed how bemused he was when an idea of what this was about popped in his head.

Crouching down, he manages to keep his sigh from becoming too dramatic. At this range, she should be able to notice he looked older. Nothing dramatic. But the subtle cues that it has been a while since the two have last seen each other. Some grey hairs were threaded through the red of hair hair and there were more lines on his freckled face. His frown only aggravated the latter while he stared at her.]

You're not expecting me to carry you along with your clothes, are you? I forgot how you you were at times. [He tries to see if her leg is hurt somehow but easily folds up like a worn stack of cards. No reason to pick a fight over something silly at this.] If you are, better hop on. Hope you don't mind the clutter in my car. It's been a while since anyone else has been with me in that shabby old rustbucket.

whoops sorry for the late!!

[theblonde]

I just -

[but he's already gone, and serena is left to contemplate asking if it would be alright to work here, at least for a little bit. she pouts, taking another bite of pie and chewing slowly.

she's really got to work on getting her finger wrapped around you, ned.]

[allures]

[she's staring to sober up, sort of, as much as she can.]

And now he's back for you?

[an eye for an eye is what she's thinking. she really wouldn't put it past the guy -- he looked fucking crazy.]

Weird.

[dogbites]

This isn't the kind of thing you can wait for.

[ she's frustrated, but after a second she tamps the emotion down and just sighs again before pushing her plate across the table. ]

Here.

no problem!!

[nedly]

[ he makes a circuit of the diner, taking orders and filling them when he can. it's a minute or two again before he returns, leaning on the counter instead of sitting down. ]

So. You were saying? About working here?

[shooteverything]

I guess.

[ he also had really shitty hair, but heine can't really talk. heine shrugs, sharply, and rubs the heels of his palms over his eyes. ]

I don't know. This fucking sucks.

[ his shoulders slump, but his expression stays just as angry and annoyed. he wants to go somewhere, do something that'll let this nervous energy off. ] That's two times I got punched in the face today.

[theblonde]

Um-

[she runs her fingers through her hair, shaking her head.]

Nothing. Don't worry about it.

[allures]

What was the first one for?

[her head tilts, curiosity peeking,]

Being a dick?

[oxidantshappen]

...You sure? [He's eyeing it, but waiting for it to be a prank. The phone remains silent for the time being.]

[undeaths]

[ shijima raises her chin, looking away and almost sniffing. but she obliges him, or at least, seems to oblige him. he's the one doing her a favor, after all, but the way she acts makes it seem like it's the other way around.

she climbs into his arms. for a moment she looks up and stares into his eyes, wide golden irises focusing on him.

it's a small change, and only so much time that's passed.

but she rises on her haunches, risking imbalance, and noses at his temple. it's fine, she would say. it doesn't matter to me. but instead she lets out a quiet meow and settles down again. ]

[nedly]

[ usually, he wouldn't push, but... he saw her when she came in. ]

Well, if you say so. But we've been pretty busy lately. If you ever want to use up a couple of hours, I can call it part-time.

[shooteverything]

...no.

[ he's not thinking about it, he's just mildly offended, even though he can see where the guess is coming from. ] I had a job.

[ which he doesn't really want to elaborate on, especially to a mostly-stranger. but he's tired, and mostly he just wants to take a nap, which he probably can't do right now. ]