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Bony frame curled up real small in the diner booth.
Fork poking at a soggy mess of pancakes & mushed up strawberries.
Plate of red-brown slop. Reminds her of the someone she hosed down the drain this morning.
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Ashing her cigarette in one of the empty eye sockets of a used-to-be low level telekinetic.
Disgusting. Hardly worth the ash.
Thing couldn’t even save itself with its powers. Just worthless.
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Maybe she should be more nervous about a factory reset Cain. She’s seen what he can do. Couldn’t have wrangled him if she had to when he had his mind. That switch could flip any second now, and she’d wind up in a hole somewhere.
Got to play this smart. He’s nothing but a >
He cringes at his own lack of confidence in his name —- sure that she may think he’s lying. That he’s here to take advantage of a woman alone.
But she doesn’t seem to be afraid of him, which is a bit concerning. Is she just that naive? He gives her another smile »
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Her jaw sets at that, at the lie. They’ve played this game before, but it wasn’t so one sided. They were lying to each other because they 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 they were lying. He’s lying now because he doesn’t know better.
Fuzzy eyebrows push together in barely restrained rage. Itching >
“No it’s no trouble ... um.”
His hands slide into his pockets as he ventures further into the home .. brows furrowing at all the dry, dead trinkets. He isn’t disturbed persay, he thinks.
He looks back over his shoulder, realizing she’d asked for his name. He blanks. »
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“Y’mean’at, baby? You’s a godsend, I think.”
She cracks a disarming, easy smile at him. Watching as he passes through the threshold into her place. Their place. Whatever.
It’s the same sort or organized chaos it was when he still lived here. Dried animal skulls and small >
“I could probably fix that ... if you have some tools, or something.”
He knows violence, he knows war, he knows working with his hands. He could fix a few creaky steps —- he just can’t fix the fissures in his own mind.
The man steps inside after she opens the door, »
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