PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[headmt]

[Thinking.

Then offers out the purple fidget spinner Lust gave him?]

This cures it for about two minutes.

[But more seriously:]

I suppose I’m the same. Usually some monster to kill or plot to untangle. Nothing wrong with a little frivolousness though.

[bonetiddies]

[She takes the purple spinner, looking at it like it might be some kind of complicated puzzle?]

What does it do. . . ?

[headmt]

Spins.

[Reaching over to just. Spin it in her hand?]

[bonetiddies]

[Just watching it spin, and then handing it back to him.]

A toy for infants.

[headmt]

[He laughs, but takes it back. Putting in his coat pocket.]

Bit of a grump aren’t you?

[Oh, speaking of—]

Ah, actually, interesting fact: have you met Beauregard?

[bonetiddies]

Yes, I have. We talked for a little bit.

[headmt]

[He nods. And then makes a face while he decides whether or not to talk about something. But he did already sort of tell Harrow the deal? There’s not many other people he can say it out loud to.]

. . . She says I died months ago, apparently.

[bonetiddies]

I see.

[That sounds like it troubles him, although to her, if you were trying to bring someone back who only died a short time ago, it wouldn't take making an indulgence pact to do.]

This surprises you?

[headmt]

It . . . I don’t know. I actually don’t know why I think you’d know anything about it, necessarily. You do have all the bones going on. I just assumed you knew something about necromancy.

[He actually isn’t quite sure what the problem is. Maybe it’s more just Processing.]

I think what surprises me is that she told me that she’s here for me.

[bonetiddies]

Something about necromancy. [An indignant little huff.] I'm the greatest necromancer of my generation. If you've questions about it, then ask.

[She just assumed he was asking her because he wanted to talk about his feelings, which, ew, but she can try?]

Truly? You didn't know your own importance to her?

[headmt]

Alright, alright! I suppose that does explain the fashion choices. It’s certainly an advertisement. Let me think about it. I’m not sure how to phrase the question I want to ask yet.

[Look, feelings are pretty ew, and he has a hard limit, but also it feels crazy-making to not say anything at all about it?]

I don’t know—- Everyone wants to hope they leave an impression on people, don’t they? But I don’t want . . . the last thing I want is any of them to follow me into the grave.

[bonetiddies]

Of course not. But who's to say she means to do so?

[headmt]

She is decidedly hard to knock down.

[Scratching the back of his head. Okay. That’s enough of that.]

You’re probably her type, actually.

[bonetiddies]

[Embarrassed!]

Oh. Well - all right. You had a necromancy question, then.

[headmt]

Coward.

[Coward!]

[bonetiddies]

I don't know what you mean.

[Embarrassing! Rude! He's a monster.]

[headmt]

You most certainly do.

[His tail swishes a bit, thinking something over.]

We did just hear again how we’re all going to have to indulge in some personal vices. You might have to . . . What is yours again?

[bonetiddies]

[Ugh. Even more embarrassing. Somehow she feels about twelve years old having to answer this.]

Despair.

[headmt]

[Only trying to be a friend! Not a dad. But still.]

Godsdamn, really? I have never seen someone more in need of a good time. And I’ve said that before! You’ve topped it.

[Not to laugh, but—]

So what are you planning to do?

[bonetiddies]

I'm. . . not sure.

[She admits this a little miserably.]

Aside from the ambiguity of what indulging in despair even means. . . I've never particularly indulged in anything. I've always had more important things to attend to than my own desires.

The only exception is something I cannot indulge in regardless.

[headmt]

[Hm.

Alright. He frowns a little at the miserable look? He didn’t want to make anyone miserable.]

How about this. If you had, let’s say, an hour left of your life, no responsibilities, no one would interrupt you . . . what would you spend it doing? It doesn’t have to be something large. Listening to a particular song. Wearing a piece of jewelry you’ve always admired. Thinking of new names for yourself.

Don’t think about it, answer quickly. Three . . . Two . . .

[bonetiddies]

[She answers automatically the most goth answer possible.]

I would gaze once more upon the body that lies inside the Locked Tomb.

[headmt]

[That is truly Goth. Also. He doesn’t like that phrasing either, but it’s probably fine. She said she didn’t know the name, right?]

Can’t exactly do that here, but. Hm. Can you imagine it? In your head? Just go and spend an hour doing that. Thinking about it.

I think that would count. Don’t think about your responsibilities, just that body. Not exactly my sort of indulgence, but you’re built a little different from me, I think.

[bonetiddies]

Oh. Yes, I could do that.

[She flushes a little, because the gothest thing you can be is horny for a dead body?]

I've tried so often to forget her, in order to fulfill my responsibilities. To stop fighting the visions - I think you're correct. That is what I must do.

[headmt]

[uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum.]

Well, now, hold on.