[it's so stupid, so completely and utterly unnecessary that it jolts all of the fear right out of her body. it's a good thing that this isn't video, because now she's getting livid.]
You're ready to ruin my entire life here because you've got nowhere to go for a fucking night? I'd tell you to just ask someone you know, but it's pretty obvious a shitbag like you doesn't have any goddamn friends!
[god she could wring his neck right now. she could do that and a hell of a lot more.]
[with the way the body's been mangled now, Hazel doesn't recognize it as the monster she ran into earlier that ripped her apart pretty well and not just because I haven't tagged that log yet
but she does know that severed head, and it's that recognition that prompts the long silence that stretches out rather than the brutality. whether she'd admit it or not, Hazel's grown accustomed to such things.]
What the hell does that have to do with you?
[her voice is even and tight again, although without a trace of that wobble. he better have a damn good explanation for this.]
The one who did that? The person covered in blood?
[ A pause. ]
They live with me.
[ A humorless laugh. ]
They follow me around, and bother me. I knew they were insane the first time we met... with the number of knives they keep, and the way they accused me of being some sort of monster just because I wouldn't give a blood sample.
[ A slow deep inhale. ]
I don't actually know if they'd kill me or not. I don't know if the police will find them and stop them tonight either...
[Why the hell would I want someone like that finding out where I live? she wants to snap, but that's the reason he decided such a boneheaded move was necessary. she wants to scream, because it's all so stupid and so fucking relateable.
the silence drags out even longer this time, finally broken by a deep sigh.]
[ She wouldn't. No one would. He doesn't think Suzuya will hunt him down though... probably. He's obsessed with Kangmo's hearing implant, but he doesn't seem all that concerned with Kangmo otherwise at least. Not that he's really even hinted that to Hazel. ]
You don't particular like me.
[ That's an assumption, but he feels pretty safe in saying that. ]
[ This conversation feels so casual considering how it started, high tension, unsteady emotions. Well, he's still pretty tensed up, but that's because he's still on the street not too many blocks from the house he shares with a murderer... ]
Heropa 11. The door's already open, so don't bother knocking.
[it's this casual because of Hazel's irrepressible compassion...and the fact she's already decided she's punching him in the fact the minute he steps through the door. it's amazing what the promise of violence does for chilling you out.]
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[it's so stupid, so completely and utterly unnecessary that it jolts all of the fear right out of her body. it's a good thing that this isn't video, because now she's getting livid.]
You're ready to ruin my entire life here because you've got nowhere to go for a fucking night? I'd tell you to just ask someone you know, but it's pretty obvious a shitbag like you doesn't have any goddamn friends!
[god she could wring his neck right now. she could do that and a hell of a lot more.]
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Instead of getting angry back, he's staying calm. His voice even gets lower like he's sharing a secret. Not that what he's about to say is a secret. ]
Look at the network. Watch the latest video that went up on it.
[ He'll wait for her to see it, then he'll explain himself properly after she does.
Maybe he should have warned her about the gory content of it first, but... she's been brought back from the dead, right? She can probably handle it. ]
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and not just because I haven't tagged that log yetbut she does know that severed head, and it's that recognition that prompts the long silence that stretches out rather than the brutality. whether she'd admit it or not, Hazel's grown accustomed to such things.]
What the hell does that have to do with you?
[her voice is even and tight again, although without a trace of that wobble. he better have a damn good explanation for this.]
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[ A pause. ]
They live with me.
[ A humorless laugh. ]
They follow me around, and bother me. I knew they were insane the first time we met... with the number of knives they keep, and the way they accused me of being some sort of monster just because I wouldn't give a blood sample.
[ A slow deep inhale. ]
I don't actually know if they'd kill me or not. I don't know if the police will find them and stop them tonight either...
[ Trailing off for a moment. ]
I don't want to stay here and find out though.
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the silence drags out even longer this time, finally broken by a deep sigh.]
You could have just fucking asked.
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You don't particular like me.
[ That's an assumption, but he feels pretty safe in saying that. ]
Why would you agree to it if I just asked?
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...and it doesn't matter how I feel about you anyway. You don't leave people who need help.
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[ He knows a few personally. ]
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Whenever you tell me the address.
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[it's this casual because of Hazel's irrepressible compassion...and the fact she's already decided she's punching him in the fact the minute he steps through the door. it's amazing what the promise of violence does for chilling you out.]
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Not that far.
[ He was hoping for a little further, but it does mean he gets to get off the streets and hidden away faster at least. ]
I'll be there soon.