∞ five } DOCUMENTARY

[nosferotofu]

[ Edward Dalton sits perched on a chair, a vague cloud of impatience tangible even beyond the lens of the camera. His chair bisects the space between the wall and the door, and the words City General stand out in white window lettering against the window above the door.

He's staring at something, someone, eyebrows rising in response to a silent

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[eiremagic]

[PAUSE]

Oh.

[nosferotofu]

Here to register a complaint?

[eiremagic]

No.

[nosferotofu]

All right, then.

Curse.

[eiremagic]

Yeh know yeh don' have to answer, right?

[nosferotofu]

You ever been in a situation where your mouth moves, even when you try and keep it shut?

[eiremagic]

Only when I drank.

[nosferotofu]

Then you better watch out. The crew seems to be making rounds.

[eiremagic]

They're in me house.

[nosferotofu]

Tell Frankie to make them leave.

[eiremagic]

They're with Nathan.

[nosferotofu]

Only with Nathan? He must feel like a star.

[eiremagic]

I don' think they're harrassin' Frankie.

[nosferotofu]

He'd do a better job at keeping them away, anyway.

[eiremagic]

He would, that.

[nosferotofu]

Hey, housing him had its benefits.