BLAST FROM THE PAST BABBY

[dawgeater]

[A young man wanders through the halls, a rusted pipe gripped firmly in his hand. He glances around from time to time, ever alert. Cuts and scrapes decorate his skin, the bandages seem old and tattered.

Stopping at a corpse, he crouches down and starts rifling through it’s pockets, muttering apologies.]

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WHERE'S YOUR DELOREAN

[najayjay]

/suddenly, a voice from nowhere

What are you saying sorry for?

/steps into the dim light like the Beast

He's dead.

DELOREAN? NEVER MET HER.

[dawgeater]

[Drops a few coins, turning around slowly, relaxing a little when he sees she isn't a splicer.]

I dunno...just feels right I suppose.

GOOD, BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU MIGHT HAVE JUST MADE YOUR MOTHER FROM THE PAST FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

[najayjay]

/snorts humorlessly, stepping towards him
/looks down at the corpse
/nudges it with a foot

Kind of a waste doing what's right to those who're not here anymore.

Hear that whoosh? That's a reference going right over my head.

[dawgeater]

The ones who are don't seem to appreciate it, either.

[He turns back to the corpse, grabbing what he can from it's pockets and shoving it into his own. He stops halfway through his plundering and looks up to her again.]

Did you want anything from him? He's got a little can of sardines.

{Holds it up to her and shakes it a little.]

Now that poor reference will smash against the wall. I hope you're happy now.

[najayjay]

True.

/watches silently until he speaks again

I did, but I'm not in the mood to start a fight.

/... grabs it. Any little bit of supplies counts.

Serves it right for assaulting passersby.

[dawgeater]

Well...

[He digs in his pockets, pulling out some of the money he'd scavenged and holding it out.]

Here, you can have this, too.

It just wanted to be friends.

[najayjay]

/stares at the money for a moment

/only takes some of it

Thank you.

/stares at Amir, too, because how do you shot generosity this easily in Rapture ono

Re: It just wanted to be friends.

[dawgeater]

[Re-pockets whats left, glad to keep anything he can.]

Welcome.

[Stares back.]

Uh, something wrong?

[najayjay]

/shakes her head

You're just a rare find, is all.

[dawgeater]

[Raises an eyebrow.]

What's that mean?

[He stands, patting the corpse on the head with a "Thanks" before looking back to Naggy.]

[najayjay]

/raises an eyebrow as well, almost rolling her eyes as Amir keeps on treating the corpse like a normal person

You're too generous.

/she makes it sound like it's a bad thing but she's actually trying to be nice for once

[dawgeater]

[Shrugs.]

Dad always told me you catch more flies with sugar than you can with vinegar.

WHICH IS A DIRTY LIIIIIIIIIE

[najayjay]

/another flat snort

And you cling to that even when things are like this?

BUT IT'S ALRIGHT BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE what am I saying

[dawgeater]

Yes. I do.

[Picks up his pipe again and tucks it into his belt.]

My names Amir, by the way.

i c u there amir, linefacing at me

[najayjay]

/to think you're admirable or an idiot, WHAT TO DO

/nods vaguely

I'm Naggy.

I take my childish whimsey very srs

[dawgeater]

[What about an admirable idiot?

He smiles and gives her a small salute, moving to walk past her and continue down the hall.]