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o sinnerman, where will you run to?
life turns on a dime. sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it? incl. muses from black mirror, humans, dragon age, the tunnel & various other works.
hopecrushed.
“ can i ask you a question? ” she doesn’t want to be insensitive but she’s curious. she fiddles with a few more pieces of the puzzle and keeps part of her focus on that. “ you were in the military, yeah? ” she finds a spot for a piece to settle, he voice is a bit quieter now. “ did you… did you ever kill anyone? ”
‘ i did, ’ he nods, solemnly. there’s a frown creeping onto his face, and lonnie reckons he might know where this is going. as if it wasn’t obvious from the start. he’s all but given up on the jigsaw now, attention solely on emma, looking every bit the concerned uncle he is. his warning comes softly, carefully: ‘ now, you think about the kinda answer you wanna hear from me before you go ask your next question. ’cause it might not be the one you’re lookin’ for. alright? ’
strawpolls.
“Oh, sorry. I was just … thinking.” Mulling mostly about the clusterfuck of the day. “uh, what’s good here?”
‘ everythin’, but i might be biased, seein’ as how i make it all, ’ he shrugs. he’s smiling all easy-like. ‘ i make a mean burger. pies ain’t half bad either. ’
odiouus.
“do you ever just… doubt?”. it’s an odd question, even more if it comes at lunch break, in between bites to a sandwich she’s not particularly enjoying. not that she’s got that much of an appetite, anyway - there’s something about this job, something about how cold and detached they’re supposed to be; they tell you you have to shut parts of yourself down, but they don’t tell you which ones. she fears she might be shutting them all down, just to be safe. “— whatever, forget it”, a shrug, and another bite follows.
@burgerflips / sc.
it’s a dangerous thought to have, especially in this day and age. even more dangerous to share, as if the status quo, the truth the people decide is the truth, isn’t the most important thing in this world. he remembers a time when it was different, but that was years ago, back when he’d been a teenager.
lonnie pauses in his eating to watch her for a few moments, waiting for her to continue, but she only tells him to forget about it. were he anyone else, he would’ve already reported her. but she’s in luck. he does doubt. plenty.
‘ what d’you mean? doubt what? ’
warmst.
“ what — you gonna ground me ? ”
‘ i mean, i would, but you’d just ignore me. i got kids, i know how this works. ’
mygirlhoodhasteeth.
‘ seeing as i’m just about hungry enough to eat a horse on my own, you might want to be asking someone else to be your critic on new recipes. more objectivity an’ that. ’
‘ alright, let me just get this straight here-- you’re sayin’ no to free food ’cause you’re hungry? --listen, you feel like you gotta say it’s the best thing you ever ate, i ain’t gonna complain. i love a compliment, really, i do. even if it’s just ’cause you’re starvin’. ’
palmburnt.
a mumble. ❛ make your own. ❜ but she still allows him one of them anyway. earlier, she had suggested going to goodwill for better luck, but god forbid it’d mismatch. ❛ you know, at rooms to go we could get something that we don’t have to assemble. you and i don’t got the brains for assembling. ❜
‘ --well, now you’ve just gone and challenged me, ain’tcha? ’ he shoves the rest of the onion ring into his mouth, very unceremoniously, and pulls the instructions a little closer. as if he’s fluent in this particular language. might as well be swedish. ‘ i’m just doin’ what betty woulda wanted, alright. not that they had ikea back then but-- y’know what i mean. ’
@glitterskinned. sc.
‘ i know it looks like a mess but-- trust me, i know what i’m doin’. mostly. ’
@mygirlhoodhasteeth. sc.
‘ --this taste alright to you? ’
@synken. sc.
‘ i’ve been ready for so long-- ’
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sexistterm.
That earns a laugh through the nose, a hand on the hip, and an almost violent head-tilt. It reads like a highly amused, ‘Oh, bud’.
“I think you’re already there. Overkilling it, I mean.”
‘ yeah? ’ lonnie frowns and considers his outfit, wonders what he should take off. hey, he doesn’t want to look like he’s doing it on purpose now, after all. that just makes him eccentric rather than embarrassing, and if he wants the right reaction, he’s got to go about this a certain way. ‘ okay. what am i ditchin’? gimme your honest opinion. what just makes me look like i dunno how to dress myself but i tried my best? ’
hopecrushed.
“ next time i’ll set up a series of math problems. ” she reaches for the cover of the puzzle box and faces it towards him so he’s at least got a reference. she’s not completely evil after all. her smile dims at his question, however. “ i always have something my mind… ”
‘ i’d appreciate that. gotta exercise the ol’ noggin every now and then, y’know. ’ he’s still messing with puzzle pieces, if not only to seem casual. it isn’t really working, but he doesn’t really care. family is family, after all, even if they’re not blood. ‘ you wanna talk, i’ve been told i’m a good listener. and that’s by cady too, so y’know it’s true. ’
hopecrushed.
there’s a gentle smile that finds itself onto her features. “ it’s just a puzzle, uncle lon. ” she finds the spot where the piece in her hand goes and nestles it snugly between two other pieces. “ not like we’re doing math problems here. ”
‘ i’d prefer math problems, ’ he mumbles, trying not to smile. ‘ i’m good at those, at least. ’ he hums, then reaches out for a piece of the jigsaw he thinks might fit. it does, even! surprisingly enough. half of this looks like trees, it’s hard to tell what goes where, but he’ll take the victory all the same. a quick glance her way, and his voice is just as soft as it was before. ‘ got anythin’ on your mind? just looked like you were off in your own world and all. ’
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