[ He's an alien who had next to no exposure to humans and none at all to earth before arriving in Duplicity, and she's a 7 foot tall blonde angel. He's not judging. He doesn't even seem to think it's weird.
Also he's eaten some things entirely wrong since his arrival because no exposure to earth. Peel your pineapple, people. ]
You're going to help. Or at least keep me company while we cook. More so if we're fucking before food.
[ she doesn't know a lot of things, like the concept of shame, but a lot of those things are basic learn when you're twelve things. she subsists on cereal/granola/protein bars and take out from the up provided room service.
but she gestures with the half eaten potato. ] Your choice.
[ Yeah, he's lived on MREs and other people cooking for him from about then, but he gets bored and has learned a thing or two. Literally he can make two things. ]
Then we're feeding you first, if you're hungry enough to eat that raw I'm afraid for my dick's survival.
The company's fine. Tell me how long you've known Sam.
[ she would probably not eat a dick but she can't say for sure she wouldn't so she says nothing at all and that's telling enough. ]
We were 14 or 15. Maybe 13? I don't know. Something like that. [ baby teenagers. she doesn't know her birthday and never stayed in a foster home long enough to make a note of how her own age changes. she's an adult and that's where that ends because she couldn't tell a specific age if she tried. ]
It was a fighting ring where they shoved us to beat each other to death.
I meant you and Sam. I don't consider the people creating the situation anyone.
[ Which is just blunt fact. He doesn't care about them and it's not like he... wouldn't have done something similar probably. He'd have more qualms now if he was an involved party, as opposed to someone he loved being involved - but not too many more.
He is a terrible person.
Who is scrubbing potatoes and starting to heat a pot of oil. ]
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I'll see you in a few minutes.
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[ eating a raw potato like an apple like a god damn raccoon. she truly is a work of art. ]
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Also he's eaten some things entirely wrong since his arrival because no exposure to earth. Peel your pineapple, people. ]
You're going to help. Or at least keep me company while we cook. More so if we're fucking before food.
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[ she doesn't know a lot of things, like the concept of shame, but a lot of those things are basic learn when you're twelve things. she subsists on cereal/granola/protein bars and take out from the up provided room service.
but she gestures with the half eaten potato. ] Your choice.
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Then we're feeding you first, if you're hungry enough to eat that raw I'm afraid for my dick's survival.
The company's fine. Tell me how long you've known Sam.
[ While he just... takes over. ]
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We were 14 or 15. Maybe 13? I don't know. Something like that. [ baby teenagers. she doesn't know her birthday and never stayed in a foster home long enough to make a note of how her own age changes. she's an adult and that's where that ends because she couldn't tell a specific age if she tried. ]
It was a fighting ring where they shoved us to beat each other to death.
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They're a pair. ]
That sounds like a nightmare. It also sounds a lot like my childhood. How did you get out without anyone being dead?
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[ she shrugs, munching on the potato and watching him move about the kitchen with undisguised curiosity in her grey eyes. ]
Sam convinced us to stop fighting each other and we burned the place down.
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[ Which is just blunt fact. He doesn't care about them and it's not like he... wouldn't have done something similar probably. He'd have more qualms now if he was an involved party, as opposed to someone he loved being involved - but not too many more.
He is a terrible person.
Who is scrubbing potatoes and starting to heat a pot of oil. ]
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[ she had sam and ari and honestly that seemed like too much until ari died and then she realized it was just enough and she'd lost half of it. ]
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[ He should probably make a point of doing more checking in, actually. Things have been chaotic, but. Later. He'll ... send a gift and a note. ]