❝Uhm, thank you. Jackson. Jackson Miles. And you?❞
"alex mercer. your friendly neighborhood monster."

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❝Uhm, thank you. Jackson. Jackson Miles. And you?❞
"alex mercer. your friendly neighborhood monster."
❝Maybe you wanted to uhm, to eat me or whatever. But you didn’t. On top of that you’re giving me advice! Maybe bad things happen. But I’m not going to stop believing in people just because of that. I’m not going to let one bad thing ruin a potentially good thing.❞
oh, poor kid. way back in the beginning, he long suffered that same awful brand of ignorance. back when betrayal had yet to show itself in his vocabulary.
"--i'm just saying be careful. you're lucky i decided to have mercy on you. what's your name, kid?"
gotta head to bed, but replies are drafted. i don't know how much i'll been on tomorrow since i have work and a test to study for, but i'll attempt to be here. nighty night guys.
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❝I know it’s not nice. I happens a lot to me. But—But I can’t just stop talking to people, or decide to stop trusting. I just hope for the best. I got to talk to you didn’t I?❞
"kid, let me share something with you. you almost became a meal to me today. literally my food. so, before you trust someone, figure out the damn motives first."
' i was trying not to be rude. this is my…office, if you will. that’s all, nothing to get angry over.’
he bristles angrily, but it doesn’t show. he puffs a patient sigh arms folded over his chest as head ducks down.
’ i suppose i can ask my future guests to meet me elsewhere.’
the words become harder to focus on, the quirk more and more difficult to straighten out on his lip. alex places the bookmark between pages before standing up and stretching out.
"fine, fine, i'll get out of your hair. this room just had good light, and i have shitty eyes."
❝If you wanted to hurt me you would have, you wouldn’t have kept talking to me, I know from experience. I’m sure you’re not so bad. And if I can help someone who’s also running away from the dupes, then then I will.❞
"shouldn't be so trusting. having knives put into your back is no easy agony. but what do i know, i'm just some stranger. a stranger who knows more than his fair share about fighting off people, but hey."
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' you'll have to excuse me but, i do need you to move from here.’
this is where he normally advertises or meets customers, and he’d rather not have more competition than normal.
"that's a little rude, don't you think? here i am, minding my own damn business, reading my book quietly, and some jerk comes over and tells me to move."
he's almost finished with the book anyway. couple more pages to go.
❝I can give you my number and you can call me if you have trouble. I can’t do much, but I can cause a bit of, err, a diversion❞
"really? and why would you do that? in less than a minute we've gone from you panicking to you offering to help me out with those fucking assholes."
The 8th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to being asked if they're a virgin
❝Oh will you be ok?❞
"i'll be fine. they're kind of... the same way to be that they would be to you. i'm not a conduit, but let's just say they don't really enjoy my kind of 'people' either."
❝I just… don’t have the best of luck when it comes to people in general. And I’m kind of late for work too so… You—You won’t tell the D.U.P will you?❞
Hi monster. Meet a potential disaster.
"oh man, looks like you'd better get going then, right, big fella? and no worries. your secret's safe with me. D.U.P. and i aren't on the best basis anyway, so going and tattletaling on you would be suicide."
my dog is snoring so loud it sounds like a fucking train
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❝Oh. Ok. Uhm, so why were you following me?❞
What time is it? He really needs to know. But he seems… alright now. Or at least not in a hurry to hurt him. He just hopes he doesn’t touch him. He’s stressed as all hell and his hands are crackling. As if there’s static around them
"why was i following you? out of boredom, actually. didn't have anything to do, figured you were a conduit, decided i'd bother you. don't be so freaked out."
he's only a m o n s t e r.
If you look closely he looks like a deer in headlights. His hands are twitchy and he’s nervous but he seems confused at the question.
❝Yeah? Why?❞
no particular reason. gaining the abilities of a conduit would be more than enough reason to take and digest this one. yet his shoes stay in place, and the sickness finds himself set in stone like a statue.
"ah... just curious. i had a feeling. you can just tell with some people, you know?"
though most can't pick up that stench.
( he’s ducking under a canopy, hiding his head from the cold rain pouring down on him. he’s shivering because… cold and sickness don’t typically get along. )