necronomiikon:
“I…don’t think that’s how poison immunity works. You have to microdose it, and it’s harder to do with the actual plants than it is with the extract an– oh, never mind, you don’t care anyway. I’m not going to plant poison plants in the middle of the apartment complex; let’s just leave it at that.”
Sylvia stood up and clapped her hands together to brush off the dirt. She decided to leave the normal comment go as she didn’t have much of a defense. Her defense would usually be ‘you haven’t seen my other friends’, but she didn’t have them here to out weird her. Unfortunately, she was going to have to live with being the weird one.
“I’m in the way? In my own apartment? I know you have the social skills of the average toddler, but it’s a bit rude to imply people are in the way when they’re existing in their own living space. I guess Gaia is the slowest of the islands. There’s not as much stuff here, but I think it’s nice enough. Why are you looking for somewhere quiet?” If he thought he could say something like that without her being nosy, he had another thing coming.
“Blue Bell Estate is a nice park if you get there during the day when the kids are in school. I like kids, but you don’t strike me as the type to think they’re a lot of fun.” Sylvia bent down to throw her gardening tools back into their bag. “It’s quiet during the day, but after 3PM it gets pretty loud. Lavender Love is pretty much always quiet but it, er–, like a couples thing, so you probably wouldn’t like it.”
She was right, he really didn’t care. But it was interesting all the same to listen to her explanation. Maybe he should have been more concerned that she had a confident string of how to’s for building poison immunity in the first place, but that wasn’t the point.
Propping his elbow on his knee and planting his chin on his hand, he had his eyes travel up. Meeting people’s face when they were talking was polite, or something. But then, how much social etiquette did you have to show to a grave robber? He should probably find a better mental category for Sylvia aside from that but, until he found her, she’d just have to deal with it.
Her next comment cemented it, and he sighed before leaning back until it looked like he was going to hit the floor. Instead, he lightly floated against the air, crossing his hands behind his head and doing his best to listen to her, complains? Explain? He wasn’t sure.
At some point, he realized she was done talking and probably waiting for an answer. Sitting cross legged, he slouched all the same, wondering when she had the time to dig up all this pointless information.
“Children aren’t a problem so long as none are mine.” He didn’t mind them or particularly like them, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to interact with one. They got hurt too easily and didn’t make any sense. But the location suggestions were helpful.
“It’s easier to clear your head if it’s quiet. It’s already loud enough without the sound other people make. Don’t you get tired of it being noisy?” Suddenly wondering how weak his magic had gotten and reached out to snag Sylvai’s arm. Pulling her up, he clicked his tongue, annoyed that he could only get both of them to float a few feet off the ground. “Couples are too busy starting into each other’s eyes to bother other people, so it’s irrelevant. But minding other people’s feelings is a pain, so I suppose I wouldn’t like it.”
