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[countingthunder]

Simon's not coming this time. Just stay, a routine of nothing to keep her locked down.

Count the bedsprings...

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[graficmemory]

-=walking slowly, looking at the empty, half rotten cells with distain.=-

Lovely place. I wonder who the decorator is.

[graficmemory]

...

And a kicked dog has no reason to know kindness if she hasn't been shown it.

[countingthunder]

It's indulgence, and it doesn't change anything.

[graficmemory]

You indulge yourself in believing you're this terrible person?

[countingthunder]

She's dangerous, that's all. Lost the instruction manual.

[graficmemory]

So's everyone else. And we never came with manuals.

[countingthunder]

She's not explaining very well.

[graficmemory]

-=offers his hand=- You've had a long day. How about I help get you cleaned up and a decent meal in you, hmm?

[countingthunder]

*doesn't move* Got to keep it in good condition to show it off.

[graficmemory]

-=doesn't move either.=- Please?

[countingthunder]

...what does she owe you?

[graficmemory]

Nothing. You don't owe me anything.

[countingthunder]

You're not family. These things don't come for free.

[graficmemory]

Not all family is bound by blood, either. I see someone who needs help, and I want to help them. I see a city that needs help, I want to help it, too.

[countingthunder]

Too soft.

[graficmemory]

Don't see anyone else taking up the job.