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."

[fireburned]

The nails painted, he takes her wrist between two fingers and holds it up, his grip firm but careful. "Brody. Professor. I'm more inclined to take a bite into this wrist here than to paint your lovely nails. I'm always like that, everyone is food to me, even you. Especially you. That's not how people think."

[campjesus]

She keeps her arm relaxed, expression unchanging. "I meant about gender, not personhood."

[fireburned]

"Don't rightly know." He let go of her wrist, but it was as careful an action as holding it had been. "What do you think?"

[campjesus]

Another shrug. "All I got is my experience, which is um, admittedly unique." 'Unique' meaning 'they keep stalking me because they think I'm connected to Cain and thus act really weird around me', uh. "It's different everywhere."

[fireburned]

"Gender stereotypes, or the people who have 'em?" He takes a step back to glare at her heels, because they make her taller than him. That just ain't right.

[campjesus]

"Both? Mostly the latter." Brody helpfully waves one foot at him, tauntingly. SUFFER AT MY TALLNESS, PUNY IMMORTAL!

[fireburned]

"You will break off your goddamn ankles." Pay no attention to him, he's jealous.

[campjesus]

"I will not, I can breakdance in these." No, Brody can't breakdance, DON'T ASK HER TO DO IT, OH GOD. ... but she does get up and do a cartwheel in them. That's fun to watch, for a value of "fun" that means "unnerving".

[fireburned]

"...I'm not sure if I outta be horrified or impressed." Thank God there is no pole anywhere near here or Harvestman would have to do that really embarrassing protective father act.

And he hates doing that.

[campjesus]

"Be impressed, it's like, my only skill." You cannot put Brody in a room with a pole, nothing good will come of it.

[fireburned]

"Not the only one." This comment could be dirty in numerous ways, and rest assured, if he had said it to someone else, it would be. But there's none of that when Harvestman speaks to Brody.

[campjesus]

"Nope, that's pretty much it. That and blowjobs." That's okay, Brody will just be dirty enough for both of them. This conversation could get one or both of them arrested anywhere else.

[fireburned]

Harvestman is pretty good at conversations that would/could/should get him arrested. "Someone will go and hire you for Goth University, Professor, and you'll be the smartest damn person in the whole school."

[campjesus]

"Great, I can teach people to apply make-up poorly and be useless."