even christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars

[campjesus]

Well, what the Nexus was lacking today was its quota of half-naked underage strippers. So here you go: one Brody, currently female thanks to the cursed ring she (the pronoun we will henceforth be using because this shit is confusing) is wearing, in a bikini, a festive hat, and boots with a seven (yes, seven) inch heel. She is not doing anything to

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[fireburned]

"That looks cold." Harvestman is the most observant person ever. He looks Brody over once, taking in the bruises (and the heels, which make Brody taller than him right now, argh) without comment.

"Wanna borrow my jacket?" He doesn't need it, and as a bonus it's practically new and doesn't smell. "I don't really need it."

[campjesus]

"No. Why do you think I came here? It's like 5 degrees in LA." That is blatant exaggeration considering Brody spent LAST winter in New York, which gets, you know, ACTUALLY cold, but shh. Maybe he should put on pants, that would help.

[fireburned]

Harvestman is not giving Brody his pants.

"I was being a dick 'round that time, and I got people hurt." This is the answer to one of the questions, at least, and it is also a lie. He got people killed.

He's studying Brody, he can't help it, and he mostly looks concerned. He can't think of Brody in a sexual way, despite (or maybe partly because of, it's complicated) the attraction of the boy...girl's blood. It's a parental instinct, and he's all but admitted it outloud, but there's nothing he can really do and he knows it.

[campjesus]

He should, Brody would probably actually wear them in that event, mostly for the lulz. Sadly they would not fit.

"Well, that's specific. Quit lookin' at me like that." She spins around, hooking one colossal stiletto heel in the stool.

[fireburned]

Harvestman does not have many standards, but wearing pants in public is one of them.

Also, he doesn't wear anything underneath, so it would violate the Nexus' Indecent Exposure laws. Or something.

"You're all bruised up. I can't help it."

[campjesus]

That is precisely why that is the BEST plan. It can be casual nudity Tuesday! Clearly this is why Brody came in skank-o-wear, in ancitipation of nudity. ... or because the Nexus decided finishing photoshoots is for losers.

She shrugs. "My fault. Shoulda come armed." Is she now? That'll have to be a mystery.

[fireburned]

"...People hurt you here?" The idea obviously irritates him, and he's never been around Brody and other folks who would even be inclined to do that. It should have occurred to him, really, but it didn't.

Harvestman is not actually going to do anything about this, btw.

[campjesus]

A shrug. "Yeah. It's not as safe as people think, y'know?" There's less of Those Types in the Nexus, but, well, they're the reason he had to flee New York. Not that it did him any good.

[fireburned]

"Well, they should leave you the fuck alone." This makes him grumpy. A grumpvire, you might say.

Or not, that's cool too.

[campjesus]

"I wouldn't care if they at least ponied up. Everyone thinks they should get somethin' for nothin'. Come here, help me paint my nails."

[fireburned]

"You should care," he mutters, but he moves closer to Brody anyway to... paint fingernails?

Brody, don't let him do that, he will be terrible at it.

[campjesus]

"Why?" He can only be better than Brody, who doesn't have the motor control to do it outside of just dipping his fingertips in the paint. He holds out his hands expectantly; his nails are long. Like claws. For kittens. >:3 "Also you didn't answer my other question."

[fireburned]

"You deserve better." That is note remotely near the most disturbing thing he has ever seen, and so he doesn't even blink. He does, however, miss her fingernails a lot. He would make a terrible artist.

"It's not something I like thinking about. But then again, I ain't really a person anymore, so it don't really matter."

[campjesus]

Good enough! Any extra that ends up on her cuticles or sides of her fingers will just come off in the shower anyway. "I guess that depends on how you define personhood, don't it? It's not like being dead excuses you from people's binary gender expectations."

[fireburned]

"I don't consider myself people." It's said lightly, as if he doesn't really care, but there's and underlining strain to it, almost unnoticeable. "Don't I get to define what I am?"

[campjesus]

Almost. "Guess so." And a shrug, sure, not a big deal. "I think, um, what I've noticed is that it matters less when you're dead because everyone is kind of weird and old and more likely to take shit in stride, but..."