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[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ guess who bought himself a nice, bad-ass silk shirt with the money he pilfered? Come on, guess 8> GUESS.

THIS GUUUUYYYYYY and he looks damn fine in it, and quite jubilant. He hasn't been able to afford something this nice in a long time so he is just one just smugstorm over here, grinning to himself while he scours the Red Light District. Because when you have money you know what else you totally need to do?

Buy hookers. ]


[ ooc; OPEN TO THE TOWN, EVENING-STYLE ]

Comments

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Because everyone else down here is human all the way through.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

...What makes you think I ain't?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

You don't feel like it at all. It's in your blood.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Th' same freaky shit you did to me just now?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

What, that? Just a magic trick.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

...You some kind of warlock or some shit?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

There's no such thing where I'm from. I highly doubt it.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Then what the hell are you and how can your voodoo magic shit tell what I am?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

That would be telling. Men have given their lives to figure out less than you know now.

I can only assure you that I am not human in the least.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Yeah? You seem pretty damn human to me...

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

And you taste pretty human, believe it or not. Appearances are deceiving.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Ugh--! Fuck, you're disgusting!!

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

[FFFF--laughter :D]

Oh, come on. That weirds you out?

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

How jolly would you be if some manslut-lookalike came up to you, paralyzed you, licked your face and then tells you ya taste like human.

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

I'd be kind of intrigued, actually.

[...he looks down at his clothes.] I wouldn't say quite that, though.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Trust me, you look like you'd taste like shit.

Or plaster.

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

You injure me, sir. Truly. [...no not really.]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Tragic.

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Got a name?

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Yep. [ 8| ]

Anything else you wanna know, Chuckles?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

What it is would be nice.

[he thinks about breaking his wrist for a second... but he doesn't. C:]

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

That'd be something, wouldn't it? [ KJSDHFKS ]

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should just crush your chest in and get the answer that way.

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Not much of a businessman, are ya?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Not when it can be avoided, Smallfry.