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She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not entirely worried about it. I’ll figure out a place to sleep.” She felt suspicious. Dark is not a word generally used to describe people unless they were really bad. Dark is a word for troubled people and she didn’t need anymore of that. She sighed, but otherwise continued forward. “What do you mean by dark?” she questioned but feigned a smile. “What is this Gotham City 2.0?”
“Not your first rodeo, huh?” he lightheartedly added, holding the door open for her -- since he was the first one in. She was relatively calm for someone stuck out in the rain with little to her name. Maybe whatever she left behind her was worse. He could have easily brushed it off as a Freudian slip, a joke, but she’d have to learn the truth eventually. “Everyone has skeletons in the closet but here, all the locked doors have been pried open. Kind of a different vibe when most of the dirty laundry is out in the open, you know? You could call them the ‘founding families’ if you want.”
“Smart move, Mathias. I always knew you were an intelligent young man. Now, aside from your non-existent dart skills. How have you been, dear?”
“It might be genetic.” He always did respect her mother and most of her siblings, Rebekah being a main one. “Good, I think. There’s some pressure to get off my ass and look for a job but I’m not really feeling it,” he commented simply before approaching the dart board, clearing it.
“Dropping it would mean I had to be worried in the first place. You’re a big boy you can suck it up.”
“My own sister; the only person in this town with any sense.”
“Good. After all, I’d hate to have a man bleed to death here in my office.” She mused with a smile.
“It was a flesh wound,” he joked, though his voice lacked the humor.
“Doesn’t have to be dirt cheap. If I don’t get a room I can afford to spend a little more elsewhere.” And any case, she’d have more money soon. “That would be great. Thank you.” This was generally the point in the conversation where she was expected to introduce herself. But she hated that stuff. It felt generic. Oh I’m Amma by the way. It’s nice to meet you. How are you? Whats your story? She’d skip all that if she could get away with it. “How are the people here? I only ask cause I might be here for a few days and its better to be prepared for rude behavior.”
“There are other places to stay,” he added casually. Sooner or later she’d find a place to fit herself in. Get a job, rent an apartment, and plan the rest of her long, caged life here. Her question was unexpected, curious even. “They like their privacy, can be a little dark but mean well.” He was explaining himself, though no one could ever say it wasn’t the majority of the town’s inhabitants. “It’s an old town. A lot of history here.”
“Are you always this grumpy?”
He rose a brow at her, but then again he did, in fact, ask if there was anything else on her mind. “Maybe,” he replied with a shrug. “But I was stabbed earlier.”
“I came across it while unpacking. I have no idea where it came from but I thought I’d try it out.”
"That’s always fun. You should keep it.”
“Fine –you were bleeding. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine," he said in a voice softer than normal. "I promise.”
“Damn it,” she cursed under her breath. “Yea, cheap is all I can afford. Thanks anyway,” she sighed, visibly disappointed. Nonetheless she would live. She spent many nights sleeping in her car and at the very least this seemed like a safe place to do it. “What about food?”
Really, he wondered why she’d travel if she wasn’t going to have the funds to accommodate herself. It was none of his business, though, and he wasn’t going to dwell much longer on such skepticism. “Dirt cheap?” he asked, now somewhat amused by the poor girl’s dilemma. “I can show you to the Mystic Grill. It’s reasonable.” Some hot coffee sounded good, so it wouldn’t be too out of his way if he made a trip out of it.
“Ha. I don’t usually make jokes so you’re one of the lucky few.”
“Lucky me. Is that all?”
“I think being your big brother and a doctor makes it my business.”
“I’m not lifting my shirt in the middle of the Grill on a Friday night,” he said plainly, assuming his brother would be willing to make such a demand. In view of the circumstances.
“That was a totally random question” he said, biting his lower lip “Someone probably deliver it and then ’ randomly disappear ’ I wonder about a lot of things that happens here”
“You’d think they’d stop sending people,” he continued to laugh.
“So is the blood just a fashion statement then?”
“Hilarious. It was an accident.”
“Are you sure about that? I’m pretty sure I just saw blood on your shirt. Which either means you’re bleeding or it’s someone else’s.”
“It’s healing. I’m not worried about it, so neither should you.”
“That kind of flattery will get you everywhere. I’ll lose the hat.”
“I’m aware,” he mused playfully. “Where’d you find that thing anyhow?”