I've never heard of something like it either. Then again, the ones I know I just . . . knew. [well, not exactly the same thing, Molly.] I would guess others got them too. Though if you didn't, then I'm not sure. Again: I don't know anything, really, only bullshitting.
[That's all very fine and good with him, to be honest. For once he doesn't exactly feel like trawling the hallways for a good time. There'd been a sense of a bubble of frantic hedonism only yesterday that seems to have popped a bit with the sudden addition of murder to the mix.]
[He just assumes it's from wall-punching, and doesn't question further. Beauregard with bruised knuckles certainly isn't an unusual sight. He'll look but he doesn't say anything.]
Ah, maybe.
[He'll just go flop on the other half of the bed, and if she complains she can deal with it.]
... I don't know, he was a good guy, you know? He was young, too. And like. [ she pauses, and then throws herself to lay out flat. ] I've been trying to be a better person, for a while now. I know I signed up for this shit, but it feels wrong to hear about someone die and just - not care?
[Putting his arms behind his head, tail still swaying like a nervous cat, just staring at the ceiling.]
I know.
[A few people had apparently been shocked, or at least confused, to see Molly so unseated by this. It's reassuring to hear that he isn't insane, or too naive or too stupid. He does feel guilty that, well. He's the reason she signed up at all, isn't he?
He turns to look at her at least, studying her for a moment.]
You're a good person. You don't need me to tell you that, but I know you are.
[ she looks over her shoulder at him, after a moment. ]
... That means something from you. [ she says, a little hoarsely. ] I only figured out how to start being one after you died. It kicked my ass into gear.
[ she fidgets, a little. it's a lot of honesty, but - with someone dead, so abruptly, it just reminds her that she can't keep this shit to herself. if she does, she'll regret it. ]
So I guess you get to hold that shit over my head forever, huh?
[That's . . . a very honest, very kind thing Beau has just said. But he meant what he said. He can see she's trying hard, not the least of which is towards him. He isn't sure he deserves all that goodness from her, but he isn't so free of selfishness he won't take it either. He just wants to return her the favor.]
Isn't the first time today someone's told me I left an impression. This one's much more flattering.
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I've never heard of something like it either. Then again, the ones I know I just . . . knew. [well, not exactly the same thing, Molly.] I would guess others got them too. Though if you didn't, then I'm not sure. Again: I don't know anything, really, only bullshitting.
[That's all very fine and good with him, to be honest. For once he doesn't exactly feel like trawling the hallways for a good time. There'd been a sense of a bubble of frantic hedonism only yesterday that seems to have popped a bit with the sudden addition of murder to the mix.]
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[ once they're in her room, she goes right to her bed - she's got the loft. she figures he's going to follow.
flopping on the edge of her bed, she shakes out her knuckles - they're bruised and beat up. ]
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Ah, maybe.
[He'll just go flop on the other half of the bed, and if she complains she can deal with it.]
You're alright?
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[ she says, with a sigh. ]
... I don't know, he was a good guy, you know? He was young, too. And like. [ she pauses, and then throws herself to lay out flat. ] I've been trying to be a better person, for a while now. I know I signed up for this shit, but it feels wrong to hear about someone die and just - not care?
It's kind of fucking me up a little.
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I know.
[A few people had apparently been shocked, or at least confused, to see Molly so unseated by this. It's reassuring to hear that he isn't insane, or too naive or too stupid. He does feel guilty that, well. He's the reason she signed up at all, isn't he?
He turns to look at her at least, studying her for a moment.]
You're a good person. You don't need me to tell you that, but I know you are.
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... That means something from you. [ she says, a little hoarsely. ] I only figured out how to start being one after you died. It kicked my ass into gear.
[ she fidgets, a little. it's a lot of honesty, but - with someone dead, so abruptly, it just reminds her that she can't keep this shit to herself. if she does, she'll regret it. ]
So I guess you get to hold that shit over my head forever, huh?
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Isn't the first time today someone's told me I left an impression. This one's much more flattering.
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Making friends? [ tease, tease. ]
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[A vague gesture to her hands.]
I see you are too.
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Made friends with a wall, mostly. [ she's also covered in bruises and fucking. bites. sighs. ]