PC: WHITE

[headmt]

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W0 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[yes this is set friday because--]

I'm going to need that cursed item back.

[Pointing to the phone.]

[enfangs]

[someone save molly.

white blinks in surprise.]

Huh? Why?

[headmt]

[He has dark circles under his eyes and looks friggin' beat. His usual good humor is now . . . greatly diminished. Almost as if he needs a friggin' nap.]

Because I do.

[Holding out his hand.]

[enfangs]

[well, white's not wholly an asshole, so while he doesn't get what's going on, he hands over the phone.]

What's with you? You look like shit.

[headmt]

Oh, that's a weird feeling.

[Reunited and it feels so much less terrible. Just. Shoving the stupid phone inside one of the pockets of his jacket.]

Fair warning, these things are cursed. Apparently!

[enfangs]

C-Cursed? What the hell? What do you mean?

[headmt]

I mean that if you lose it or attempt to gift it to a stranger without thinking it through, you will feel worse and worse until you are able to get it back.

So, cursed.

[enfangs]

Oh. Uh, sorry.

[a beat, and then just a little defensively—]

I didn't know!

[headmt]

[A little bit of a laugh at the quick defense. Waving him off.]

I'm not angry. Just a little tired. Seems that teleporting takes it out of you. Lots of things I didn't know, had to catch up.

[enfangs]

Yeah, I have no idea what you're saying.

[headmt]

Lose phone, feel bad.

[Grinning.]

[enfangs]

Right... Well, I'll be sure not to lose mine.

[... should he mention all the text messages he sent out on this guy's phone...]

[headmt]

All’s well then.

[Well. Then just crossing his arms.]

I don’t think we were properly introduced before you were distracted with toys. Mollymauk.

[enfangs]

What kind of name is Mollymauk?

[though maybe white shouldn't be talking, considering he. has to introduce himself as—]

White.

[headmt]

The same kind as White, I would assume. One I was given.

[He’s heard much weirder, to be honest. He hangs out with someone called Jester for god’s sake.]

Just Molly is fine if you’re particular.

[enfangs]

... Well, you're not wrong there.

[he shrugs.]

Molly's better.

[headmt]

So, White, suppose I’ll do that rude question thing all the humans keep doing to me.

[Pointing to the horn.]

Tiefling? Or no?

[enfangs]

[he blinks.]

What the hell's a tiefling?

[headmt]

That answers that.

But still, not a human, correct?

[enfangs]

[a shrug]

Depends on who you ask.

[headmt]

I’m asking you.

[Duh?]

[enfangs]

Then sure, I'm human.

[headmt]

Fair enough. You get to make the ultimate decision, after all.

Seems to be a large variety of humans here as well.

[enfangs]

No kidding. Don't think I've met a single person where I'm from.

[headmt]

Seems that way for most people. Different . . . worlds, or what not. Suppose I can’t be that surprised. Or, at least, don’t really know how to be surprised by it. What is there to do? Panic about it?

[Huff.]

In any case, I do know someone here at least. Though I wasn’t expecting to.