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[alittlecredit]

1) Was left with an empty place. That's bad.

2) Was offered a new place. That's good.

3) Have a few steady jobs now. That's good.

4) Have no hobbies. That's bad5) Got out to the bar tonight to 'meet people'. According to psychologists, that's good

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[eiremagic]

Number six. Number fucking six.

[alittlecredit]

Not that I don't think it's good to get to know people. But seriously, your dad's constipation problem? That is at least fourth date material.

Hey Eden. Does drinking count as a hobby?

[eiremagic]

Me ma used to sing The Wind That Shakes the Barley. It was the only English she could speak.

In Ireland it does.

[alittlecredit]

I've never heard it. Is it pretty?

Think I can get away with pretending I'm Irish, then?

[eiremagic]

It is, a little. And sad. But when I was wee, I didn't know what it meant. They were pretty nonsense words me ma sang while she did the laundry.

I'll teach you to speak Irish. You'll be DNS in no time.

[alittlecredit]

Sometimes I think sad songs are the easiest to listen to. Even if you don't understand the language they're in. They're honest.

I take it you're not talking about domain name servers. I'd like to learn.

[eiremagic]

Her hands were like claws, you know. Big hands. She was bigger than me, I take after me gran on me da's side. It's the blood.

Between you and Matt I'll be teaching the whole City how to bloody understand me in no time.

[alittlecredit]

Well, you're a fucking pixie, so there's no surprise someone is bigger than you. You inherited your grandmama's tinyness?

I could understand you better if you didn't talk in crazy slang and acronyms. Maybe.

[eiremagic]

Everyone's bigger than me. Me da was me ma's size, a good fifteen centimeters on me, maybe more. I wasn't full grown when I left her. She only cried once in me whole life.

Me gran was me own size, but shriveled up.

It's the accent too, you know.

[alittlecredit]

You left your family? Why'd you do it?

I can totally listen through an accent, believe me. You got nothing on old Rahne back home. But that still don't mean I know what the hell a Provo or a DNS are.

[eiremagic]

Me da cut me up, and me ma didn't care.

Provo's just short for a member of the IRA. DNS is a way to say a North Dubliner, but that's a bit of sport; I've never been to Dublin.

[alittlecredit]

That's fucked up. You're alright though, aren't you? You got away from that. I don't know how someone can do that to their own flesh and blood.

Would you believe I've never been to Dublin either?

[eiremagic]

He used me because his magic was fading; he didn't have enough to steal from his sister, before me aunt offed herself in a river. Fam magic is like that, and he didn't like pain. Me ma cared about him, and didn't know about it.

That I'll believe. It's not hard to guess.

[alittlecredit]

Does this have to do with the prophet business? And I mean-- should I be asking this stuff? In public? Are you sure you want to say this stuff like this?

I'll visit Ireland vicariously through you. It's probably the best I'm gonna get until I manage to work my way out of NYC.

[eiremagic]

I can't stop typing. I have to talk about them.

My ma collected eggs. Every day. There was a mean old goose down the way, and she would send us to get those.

I love me country. I never wanted to leave.

[alittlecredit]

Did you punch the goose? I would have punched it's ass.

You mean to end up here?