pc ♠ richie

[fried]

d'you like furries

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[fried]

[ that's an extremely good way of putting it, actually.

he picks his fingers through his tail fur, untangling. ]

Do you think they'll escort me out, after this? [ idly. ]

[gutterbound]

What? After they set you up to do the dirty work for them?

[fried]

Murder is still murder.

[gutterbound]

All right, absolutism it is. You think you'd be the only person here with a body count under their belt? Shit, just from introductory conversations I'm certain at least twenty of these deadbeats have run a shiv into someone's kidney. Why not just push us all off the ledge and send us tumbling to hell at once?

[fried]

Ah, well. This is for redemption, isn't it? We're here for redemption. All past sins forgiven. That means nothing for our present ones.

[ but he's kind of just arguing to argue. maybe it'd be nice to be yelled at for this because at least it wouldn't just be internal strife. ]

[gutterbound]

Oh, sure, that's fine as paint. Here, I think I picked up a couple of hairs on the back of my shirt on the way over here, would you like to split those too?

[He gives his knee a little whack. Very light, barely a tap.]

You know damn well you'd be calling bullshit on anyone who was telling you the same.

[fried]

[ wrinkles his nose a little. ]

I suppose. [ he's a hypocrite, and he'll prove that a lot in the coming days, but... today, he can't muster the energy to be more self aware. ]

I'm still here. For better or for worse.

[gutterbound]

Selfishly, I'll say better. At least for the likes of me.

[He reaches up, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. Gentle, dodging injury.]

Rest up, JQ. I won't say the worst is over, but at least the week-end is.