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"And why the fuck do you need Viagra?"

RAHUL KOHLI in THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER

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Are you an open person or are you closed off? 

“I'd say I'm more of a closed-off kind of person.” Most people, if not everyone, only knew things about him if he decided to let them know. Otherwise, he supposed they had to ask, and he might just as well lie, as tell the truth. These days, he found himself farther from telling the truth. Not that it mattered, really. He didn't feel like lately he was even being paid much mind, he could lie about anything, and probably be believed by the fact that most around him were simply just indifferent and apathetic. “I like to appear to be open. Give them enough information to keep them sated, and thinking they know anything about you. Switching between the appearances of both, however, can get you places, information, and ...trust. I suppose, it doesn't really matter what I am. It matters what you think I am.”

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🧪 seokmin

🧪 RP RELATIONSHIP MEME — MAD SCIENTIST EDITION

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🧬 Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

🧠 First Impression of Them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

🕸️ Level of Friendship:

none || stranger || wary ally || temporary associate || co-conspirator || reluctant friend || I tolerate them || casual friend || true friend || emotional support || best friend || ride-or-die || I’d kill for them || I have killed for them

🩸 Would You Save Them in a Life or Death Scenario?:

no || not unless I’m paid || probably not || if I could benefit from it || maybe || yes, without hesitation || I’d trade myself for them || I’d revive them in a cursed ritual || I’d rewrite time for them

🫀 Romantic / Intimate Potential:

none || no interest || hate-fueled tension || I fantasize about them || drunk kiss once || friends with benefits || one-sided crush || mutual pining || messy situationship || power couple in the making || I’m obsessed || we’re doomed but I want it anyway || I’m afraid of what I’d do for them || already together || it’s complicated || too dangerous to love || yes, but it will destroy us

💋 What Is the Chemistry Like?:

nonexistent || platonic only || subtle and slow-burn || unspoken but obvious || volatile and intense || toxic but magnetic || they complete each other || obsessive || calm and safe || taboo but irresistible || dysfunctional || gentle and healing || tragic but real

🥀 Romantic Past:

no history || never met before this || one kiss and years of silence || ex-lovers || friends-to-lovers || enemies-to-lovers || something almost happened || on-again, off-again || they broke my heart || I broke theirs || tragic ending || rekindling old feelings || never stopped loving them

🩹 Emotional Damage:

none || unspoken tension || betrayal || abandonment || broken trust || guilt || grief || shared trauma || jealousy || fear of hurting them || fear of being vulnerable || I blame them || they blame me || we hurt each other || it’s still healing || we’re trying again

🕯️ Would You Betray Them?

already have || definitely || if I had to || only if they betrayed me first || depends on what’s at stake || never || I’d betray others for them || I’d die before I betray them

🧪 How Morally Aligned Are You With Them?

polar opposites || uneasy alliance || occasional agreement || it’s like looking in a mirror || I admire their goals, not their methods || we’re built the same, just on different paths || we could be a powerful force together || I want to change them || I want to understand them || I think we were meant to find each other

🧷 Comfort Level With Them:

zero || anxious || defensive || on edge || unsure || depends on the day || they make me feel safe || they see through me || I can be myself with them || I can’t tell if I’m safe or trapped || I crave their presence even when I shouldn’t

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He nodded at her response. It wasn't like the books were all that groundbreaking these days. There were plenty more books out there that could have done the same sort of things, had they been more prominent. Had the right people, at the right time, been reading them. Azazel was an avid reader, so he had ready plenty of things in his time, which made deciding on which books he might have really liked, or was just infatuated with at the time of reading them, only to change his mind some time later, while reading another book, “I think as far as classical reading goes, it's still got something to it. But I'd definitely say Lord of the Rings has it beat, for me.”

“I suppose you could say that. Teasing, more like, for some of them. Others were frightened. I'm from a small town, religion, or superstition, anyway, seems to take great hold of small towns.” He grinned a bit, “I had to learn to understand that they were just ignorant.” Plus, his name wasn't his biggest issue, growing up in a small town. As far as anyone in Jarbidge thought about him, the name came last in their considerations.

Azazel gave a shrug, “It's something you get used to, eventually they get over it. Or they don't. I could say that it's not really hindered me.” He got pretty good chances, got into a good university, and joined a good career that made him individually wealthy. He worked with the Vitelli's. Up until his disappearance, he felt just like everyone else. Now, no one could really look at him, and that really fucked him up more than he wanted to admit, “That's real cool. I think Azazel's not too bad, I mean, for a devil.” He laughed.

zelda always enjoys being right as well. especially growing up in a house like hers, a family like hers, it felt good to be right. to be able to get the upper hand on someone, to prove that you're smarter or better than them. after her and her sisters had grown distant and more at competition with one another, she found herself striving to be the one who was right often. to impress dear old peter.

but she shakes off the thoughts of her childhood in favor of being in the moment with azazel. she nods along with what he says about f. scott fitzgerald. "yeah i liked his stuff well enough, i guess." then again, a tragic love story like the great gatsby just isn't really up her alley. she can see why her mother liked it though.

"damn, did they make fun of you for it or something?" she asks curiously. "eh, yeah, i could see that with some religious folk. it's stupid, honestly, but then again i've never really been all that religious so i guess that's why i think so," she shrugs.

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He was used to smoking occasionally before he disappeared. But since then, he had been feeling much more stressed. Much more exhausted. Much less relaxed. It was worse than when he started, preparing for all the tests. Skipping grades. University. All the stress of those things, combined, was not as bad as this strange vice that had its hold on him. Swallowing thickly, he watched Zelda, wondering for a moment what it could possibly be for her. But she was not willing to elaborate.

“No. I suppose not.” He was rarely wrong. Not because he liked being right. But because his brain was always thinking, overthinking, constantly running scenario after scenario of what could go wrong. What needed to be done to do things right? It was madness. But it was safe. Perhaps he was just paranoid and was scared to be wrong. But he couldn't very well go around also agreeing that he wasn't wrong. People got really weird about it, he had learned a long time ago. Jealous, honestly.

Reaching up a hand, he rubbed his chin for a moment, and nodded as she told him the reason for her naming, “That makes a lot more sense. We had to read some of his books in high school. I think I was probably thirteen when I first heard of his wife.” He thought back to the book, “Not a bad read, honestly. And it is a very good name.”

He laughed weakly as she commented on his name, “Sick? Huh. I wish my classmates had thought it was cool.” He smirks, too. “Guess it's 'forbidden' or something to say it in some circles. Or at least it is in poor taste.”

"you're probably right," she chuckles slightly. though she has a feeling it'd be real hard to really destroy this new body of hers. or at least, she thinks so. even all these years later, she's still learning the bounds and limits of what's possible as a vampire.

"you're not wrong," she shrugs, flicking the ashes from the end of her cigarette. she takes another drag, leaning forward to put her forearms on her knees. she bites on her lip a bit, allowing for a few beats of silence. it doesn't feel awkward though, just natural. no use in talking his ear off, after all. and gods know she definitely could if she really wanted to.

the blonde chuckles when he mentions the game. ever since it came out, people always asked, as if she clearly isn't older than it is. sometimes it can be annoying, but she isn't bothered by his light teasing. "nah, think my parents got it the idea from f. scott fitzgerald's wife, actually. my mom was a big fan of the great gatsby."

another flick of her cigarette. "that's actually a pretty sick name," she tells him, looking over with a smirk.

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Blinking at the way she was just staring at him for the longest time, Azazel had to look somewhere else. His thoughts shifted from her, her demons, and what he imagined she was thinking to looking for something more important. Glancing toward the matchbook, he sighed. Too many frustrating things were happening at once. Not that this conversation with Romi was frustrating, but he didn't imagine it was taking him in the direction he needed to go to solve the mystery of the note he was directed to receive.

Resting his head in his hand, he continued to sit while she stayed silent for some time after he made his assumption. When she finally spoke, he glanced at her and then looked away again. Now she was angry. When she was just serious, a smirk slightly formed on his lips, “Alright. I suppose that's true.” Though, was it? Azazel continued to look away, not quite sure he should rely on such a comment by a Weiss. Still, he had nothing against Romi personally, other than their factions. She didn't seem to do much within it, from where he was sitting.

“Depends. Does your family know what loyalty is?” He questioned, not to say with certainty, that her family was not loyal to one another. But simply said as the question it was, genuinely curious if Romi had an answer for that, and what kind of answer she would give. Not a judgment itself on the Weiss, because from what he could see, there was loyalty. There would need to be, in such circumstances, even if only from some, and not all.

“You had better…” He hummed in amusement, drumming his fingers on the table at the repeated comment. Though as she asks for him to humor her, he raised his brows when Romi asked about Godzilla, “Hm, I guess it mostly is just that.” He looked down at his lap, thinking it over, “It gets a little deeper than that, though. Godzilla is a creature made from the nuke. Both in the story and in real life. The Japanese created the concept of Godzilla because of what happened to Nagasaki and Hiroshima. But, Godzilla, the monster himself, was created from radiation. It became that monster.” Azazel explained, then he looked up, grinning, “I guess it just scratches the scientific part of my brain. The part that wishes such creation could be possible. A monster could be made from these chemicals. Or, even mutants. Like in X-Men.”

He sighed, though, “It ultimately is just a monster destroying a city, though, at the end of the day. There's no intelligent, deeper lore to it than that. The human aspect of the movies themselves, is actually really fucking boring. When you watch a movie like that, you are watching it to see the monsters absolutely destroy things. There's no other reason a movie like that is made. You want to see the monster just decimate a place. Or another monster.” Which was the direction the movies were going more toward.

She saw the way that he looked at her, as if he could see right through her. And she fucking hated it. Honestly, she didn't even know why she was trying to lie. Sure, from this stand point, the two were supposed to be enemies. After all, she was a Weiss, he was a Vitelli. The last thing she wanted to do was say something that would disparage Eliano's legacy--she wasn't that fucking dumb. At the same time, though, they were essentially stuck here for the same reason: the Family had a united front, whichever family that might be. I was just an exploring an assumption. Uh huh...

Oh? Well, my mistake for assuming. You definitely look happy to be here. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at this. It wasn't that Romi was a bad liar, per se--the bitch could lie like a fucking rug. However, when any sort of emotions were involved--for example, frustration--were involved, it was kind of difficult for her to keep up a ruse. After all, that's what her father had always told her. She was too emotional, too hot-headed. That's why she'd been trying to practice being the opposite of that. However, suffice it to say, practice had not yet made perfect. "We're here for the same fucking reason, alright?" she said, her voice curt. "But who would we be if we didn't stand behind family?" And it begged the question: who would Romi be if she hadn't been raised in a family like this? We she have turned out better? Kinder? It was difficult to say.

Not a shrimp cocktail fan, then? Shrugging, she said "Eh, I'm had better... So, humor me--why is Godzilla so captivating to you? Isn't it just about a huge lizard terrorizing a city?..." Respectfully, that sounded boring as hell to Romi. But then again, she was easily distracted.

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🧪 Romi

🧪 RP RELATIONSHIP MEME — MAD SCIENTIST EDITION

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🧬 Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

🧠 First Impression of Them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

🕸️ Level of Friendship:

none || stranger || wary ally || temporary associate || co-conspirator || reluctant friend || I tolerate them || casual friend || true friend || emotional support || best friend || ride-or-die || I’d kill for them || I have killed for them

🩸 Would You Save Them in a Life or Death Scenario?:

no || not unless I’m paid || probably not || if I could benefit from it || maybe || yes, without hesitation || I’d trade myself for them || I’d revive them in a cursed ritual || I’d rewrite time for them

🫀 Romantic / Intimate Potential:

none || no interest || hate-fueled tension || I fantasize about them || drunk kiss once || friends with benefits || one-sided crush || mutual pining || messy situationship || power couple in the making || I’m obsessed || we’re doomed but I want it anyway || I’m afraid of what I’d do for them || already together || it’s complicated || too dangerous to love || yes, but it will destroy us

💋 What Is the Chemistry Like?:

nonexistent || platonic only || subtle and slow-burn || unspoken but obvious || volatile and intense || toxic but magnetic || they complete each other || obsessive || calm and safe || taboo but irresistible || dysfunctional || gentle and healing || tragic but real

🥀 Romantic Past:

no history || never met before this || one kiss and years of silence || ex-lovers || friends-to-lovers || enemies-to-lovers || something almost happened || on-again, off-again || they broke my heart || I broke theirs || tragic ending || rekindling old feelings || never stopped loving them

🩹 Emotional Damage:

none || unspoken tension || betrayal || abandonment || broken trust || guilt || grief || shared trauma || jealousy || fear of hurting them || fear of being vulnerable || I blame them || they blame me || we hurt each other || it’s still healing || we’re trying again

🕯️ Would You Betray Them?

already have || definitely || if I had to || only if they betrayed me first || depends on what’s at stake || never || I’d betray others for them || I’d die before I betray them

🧪 How Morally Aligned Are You With Them?

polar opposites || uneasy alliance || occasional agreement || it’s like looking in a mirror || I admire their goals, not their methods || we’re built the same, just on different paths || we could be a powerful force together || I want to change them || I want to understand them || I think we were meant to find each other

🧷 Comfort Level With Them:

zero || anxious || defensive || on edge || unsure || depends on the day || they make me feel safe || they see through me || I can be myself with them || I can’t tell if I’m safe or trapped || I crave their presence even when I shouldn’t

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Watching her, he nods at what she said, “That's not that bad, then. No use destroying your lungs over trying to look cool.” Doing it for anxiety was not cool, either. But at least there was a better reason. Inhaling sharply, he looked away, a sharp pain numbly stabbed at his gut.

At her question, he lifted his head up and looked at her. He steeled himself, ignoring the feeling like he was burning inside, “Ah. Yeah.” Lifting his hand from his stomach, he tilted it a bit, “I don't look too much into that kind of thing, to decide on my personality. But, I think it's good to be able to be alone sometimes.” Not exactly lonely. He noted the severe change in how people looked at him these days, from before he disappeared. It made him feel lonely. Boxed out.

Azazel grinned at her as he listened to her, “It really can.” He let the quiet rest between them, just staring at the sky, pretending he was okay. He still had plenty of time before it got so bad that he could get home. As Zelda introduced herself, he looked over to her again, “Zelda? From the game?” Obviously, she was born before the game, he was just teasing. Pausing, he thought of the Legend of Zelda games for a moment, “I'm Azazel, you know, like the fallen angel. If you're really into the bible.” He laughed a little bit, then shrugged. He wouldn't say his parents were.

"yeah, guess you could say i'm feeling the same," she shrugs it off, clearly not wanting to get too much into it. she doesn't need to go pouring her heart out to a stranger, it'd do her no good. "funny 'cause i know it's real shitty for you, but somehow it still seemed appealing."

"really?" she asks curiously. "i mean, not like i can't handle being alone or anything... guess i'm just a real extrovert, who knows." she certainly doesn't want to admit that she can get quite lonely, because who wants to hear about that?

"you're not wrong there." another drag pulled from the cigarette, more smoke pouring into the dusk. "this city can really chew you up and spit you back out if you're not careful." there is a few beats of silence before she speaks again. "name's zelda, by the way... and you are? if ya don't mind me asking."

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How many blankets do you sleep with? How big is your bed? How soft/firm is it? Can you sleep anywhere or under certain conditions?

Staring for a moment, his eyes looked even more sunk in, as well as he looked slightly irritated, “None. I sleep on the floor.” Azazel said finally, looking all too serious. He would have liked to sleep on his bed, which was very comfortable and had plenty of pillows and blankets. But it just wasn't as comfortable lately. Not that the floor looked better. It just didn't get as hot. Glancing up and away as he moved onto the next question, he gave a nod, “Yeah. I can-er, could, actually. Fall asleep anywhere, in most conditions..” Even with the heat, before. But this heat now was the strange fever that made everything uncomfortable, or painful. Both. “But now! I can't, as well.”

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“Really?” He asked, knowing it was true to him when he picked up the terrible habit of it. He didn't think it hit the same now, after all these years. But still, it felt natural to him enough now that it made him think it was relaxing. He nodded his head weakly, “I know when I first started smoking, I was looking for something to help mediate the feelings I was having at the time.” He guessed it was just stress from school. It was not, however, peer pressure. Though picking up the habit at the same time as others did helped in its own way.

He was good at conversations, but he was not everyone's cup of tea. Though he also was not the most socialable, “I don't mind it sometimes. But I'm preferential to being on my own and not being messed up about it.” Though these days, like everything in his life of late, that too had come with a severe and disturbing change, and being content alone, and feeling like you could be a burden if anyone knew something was impacting your ability to function, making you seclude yourself, was different. And he wasn't content anymore, but feeling caged. Of course, it was only a mental prison, and he was the only prisoner.

“Oh, very strong, I am.” He teased back, nodding his head with a silly expression. Then let out a sigh, “No. I just don't have many options. But these days it's risky not to be a little dangerous.” Especially when you could be caught by dangerous people after dark, “But I don't think I'm dangerous.” Glancing up, he lifted his head, staring at the sky, “Says' all dangerous people. Just before proving themselves wrong.” He joked. Too bad the stars aren't out yet.

"i've found that to be pretty true just recently, actually," she chuckles slightly. "never really cared for smoking much before. dunno what made me even decide to pick it up, but i guess here i am," the blonde shrugs before taking another drag. "see the talking to other people part i don't mind so much actually." she's always been able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone with no problem at all. look at right here, right now for instance.

"i get that," she nods. her own hours can be pretty random and scattered, now that she's taken over the mining company. she hadn't really thought too much about how much work it would take when she took it over, but there's no going back now. and besides, it brings in some good cash.

"really? must be a tough guy yourself then, huh?" she's just messing with him, really. she doesn't mean anything by it. however, he must have some kind of skills in self defense if he doesn't worry about just passing out whenever and wherever.

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Noticing she passed over the small talk, he had the same feeling. He was prone to overthinking things. But he didn't think his overthinking was wrong. But they weren't here to talk about something like that. He was getting off track. It was certainly true that he was stressed, and a lot of it was worry over what could happen to Mapplethorpe. But she was also someone he had just met, so it wasn't like he was talking about much of anything of more relevance or importance surrounding him. The subject seemed appropriate, even if menial and lingering on small talk. Maybe he just needed to talk about random things to anyone. To distract himself from how he was feeling.

Listening to Iris, he glanced away, staring toward one of the windows, imagining he had seen something, or someone, walk by it. They're listening. Azazel looked back toward Iris and weakly grinned, dropping his head a bit, “Yeah. That's true.” He could take her word on it. It wasn't like it would do any harm. As she continued, he nodded into his hand, running it over his head as he lifted it up once more, “I guess I just overthink and stress a lot about things these days.” He was paranoid, he told himself. That something was out there. That he was going to fail, and he was failing. But that wasn't something he could go around expressing, he supposed. He would just have to bottle it up and let it rot to him. The act had been doing well for him so far.

Even if he was actively falling apart, by appearance. He was keeping all his obligations and still completing tasks as requested. Staring toward another window, he watched the shade from a tree nearby shift across the room. “I just wonder if love is enough, or will be in the future.” He mumbled absently. He was quiet for a time before saying, “I also am not worried so much about my kid, as much as what these other kids will grow up to be, and what that could mean for my kid, too.”

Azazel stares at Iris, coming to stand by the couch, he frowned a little bit, “It's a tortoise. That thing is definitely outliving me. And probably the kid.” He joked a little bit. Scrunching his nose a bit, “It's going to be pretty big.” Turning away again, he moved to a closet near the kitchen. Pulling out a broom, and moved toward the broken glass on the floor behind the couch, “We watched Homeward Bound, a couple years ago. He insisted on getting a dog after that. Named her Shadow. Every other name of the animals around here, he's named Crackers and Moonshine.” Sweeping, he knew he was rambling, “The other three are with him at my siblings. But Jellybean, no. He's not coping well over there. Apparently.” Stopping, he looked at Iris, “I'm rambling--”

Iris didn't miss what he said earlier but small talk sometimes wasn't something someone needed, sometime they needed to hear the truth and sometimes that truth was more important than 'boy is hot out.' She could see the stress-lines about his worry about his son, she could smell the slight acid scent of fear and frankly she had eyes in her fucking head; anyone who wasn't straight up blind ( hell EVEN those who were sight impaired ) could see that he was overly stressed about how he was raising his kiddo.

"Listen I'm living breathing proof that shitty parenting makes cracks that you can't fix- I've done so many things that I wish I could take back, words I've said to people, late nights I can't remember but fuck I wish I could." She spoke softly, a slight crack in the middle as she set her glass down trying to not use it as a tool to lean on for once ( and the other fact that she wasn't doing so hot herself ). "I'm just saying, the love you have for your son is already gonna do better than in this world- in this town because your love has been the base of his life." Iris wasn't the type to mince words and she wasn't going to start now, maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her but she didn't want the man to beat himself up over nothing.

"I'll say it again because I think you need to hear it- your a good father Azazel, I have seen so many shitty ones in my day so I know one when I see one. Mapplethorpe's got a good one...." she trailed off as his watch went off and he mentioned something about a Jellybean- chuckling as she realized he was feeding his son's pet "I rest my case." She grabbed her glass back off the table with a slight smirk on her lips as she settled back down in the car, chuckling around the rim.

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As much as he was into the sort of thing, nights were often thought to be about in superstitions. He had no idea himself if anything inhuman lurked out at night, as he had heard rumors here and there. It was, to him, probably just a gang of stray dogs, or something like that. So when someone said something in the way Zelda had, he had only two thoughts about it. One. They were a bit too confident. And two, they had been a part of a group that could back up the claim. Anything else was out of the realm of reality. But, beyond these initial points of thought, he could not care less. Because she was alone, here and now, besides him and the odd person who was also ending their own day, who might wander by.

So it was confidence, he decided. Azazel nodded at her thanks, “Smoking at the end of the day, especially a pretty rough one, can be relaxing.” Putting the matchbook away again, he nodded as Zelda gave the bare minimum for his question. Which was fine, it wasn't like he was wanting or needing her life story. Stretching within his space, he grinned, “Errand day always sucks. Zipping around. Talking to other people. ” Not having a car, like him, made it all the more exhausting. With her question, he rubbed a hand on his neck, “Ah, you know. Work. I have some pretty rough hours.” Plus, having a sleeping condition was not helping with everything else, he thought. “I'm not much concerned with the dangers of napping on a bench, though.”

It was choosing a spot to sleep, or collapsing and stressing the shit out of people who he didn't want in his business. The most harm they could do with him casually resting on a bench was bug him.

sure, zelda definitely has her weaknesses-- she's learned that over the years since she'd been changed. however, she's been changed long enough to know how to use her strengths and defend her weaknesses. while plenty of people would probably be nervous being out on their own on the mean streets of vegas, she just isn't.

she nods her head, "that's for damn sure." she squints her eyes at the sight of the sun now disappearing on the horizon. time for the night to really come alive. "thanks," she mumbles around the cigarette, leaning slightly closer to make it easier for him to light it. "hm?" taking a nice long drag, she blows the smoke out the side of her mouth, away from the two of them.

"just a long day, ya know?" she shrugs, having no issue discussing vague details with the stranger. she's always been social, after all. "running errands here and there. needed a few moments to finally just sit," a slight chuckle falls from her lips. "and what's got you so tired that you're fallin' asleep on a bench, hm? if i'm allowed to ask."

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Talk about one person that you haven’t spoken to in awhile.

Lifting his hands up, he made sarcastic quote marks, “My former 'situationshit'.” Rolling his jaw a bit. He hated that he might have still liked the other. Which was stupid of him, of course. They were a complete fucking complex personified and apparently created to annoy him more so than ever now that they were no longer a thing. Thankfully, they seemed to have gotten a hint after last time and fucked right the hell off. Fine. Good riddance. He didn't need the bastard around, ruining what little grace of a good mood he had left to him. He shivered a bit, as a chill ran down his spine, “I just, think that it's not going to be over just like that. They aren't that kind of person. They have to be up to something. I probably hate this part of it, more than anything. They're out there, doing stuff, and somehow, someway, it's still going to fucking screw me.” He honestly felt so stupid for even falling for them in the first god-damn place. He was just too blinded at the time to notice how fucked up the other really was.