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[obolos]

Urge to hurt, kill, or maim rising....

Comments

[maatfeather]

How so?

[obolos]

People keep trying to touch me. Hugging, patting... I'm not a fucking puppy.

[maatfeather]

Understood. Take it that's not normal?

[obolos]

There was a time when a man in my line of work was feared, respected. People left me alone. I hate happy. And I hate people. I especially hate happy people who wanna spread their happy like a plague.

[maatfeather]

[Curiosity is pinged.]

People do still leave me alone. well, not sure about this time...but the others then sure. I don't see many happy people though.

[obolos]

Most people get out of the way when they see my van, but some... it's like they think I need comfort or something. Weirdos.

[maatfeather]

Huh. What is it you do to warrant that?

[obolos]

Mortuary transporter.

[maatfeather]

Then if they don't get out of the way they have free transport. Maybe I'll see you around when I get taken on in an apprenticeship.

[obolos]

If only. Hn, you a cop or something?

[maatfeather]

Wha-? No chance. I'll be working in embalming and funerary rites once they get over the fact I'm younger than they'd like.

[obolos]

Ah, well good. Wouldn't wanna lose respect for you when you seem a decent sort.

[maatfeather]

I'd lose respect for myself if I didn't carry on my work regardless of whatever life is going on.

[obolos]

I hear that, once the ferry man always the ferry man, I say.

[maatfeather]

The new age term apparently is psycho pomp Not sure if I like that.

[obolos]

That sounds lame. I bet my brother thinks so too.