so a doctor and a demon walk in a bar...

[house_1_god_0]

Characters: Gregory House (house_1_god_0) & Hellboy (redrighthanded)
Setting/Location: In the caravan's medic room
Date & Time: Day 0, evening
Warnings: Sarcasm and biting wit ahoy!
Summary: House has smokes, Hellboy has drugs. And so House starts his small underground market.

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[redrighthanded]

It'd only been a day, but already Storybook Village was way up there on Hellboy's list of Things Which Are Definately Better Than Being Chained To The Ocean Floor For Two Goddamn Years. That was probably going to change as soon as they encountered their first werewolf or treehag or whatever it was gonna be, but right now? Right now it was okay. And, hey, nothing had tried to eat him yet. Always a bonus.

He stomped his way up the staircase, taking a moment to look around the main hall -- pretty ritzy for a place on wheels -- before heading for the door the Junogam map had indicated would lead to the medical room. The sack holding the herbs was slung over one shoulder; his tail switched back and forth in the air behind his feet, as if counting his thudding steps.

Sure enough, there was a guy waiting for him. Hellboy stopped in the doorway and tugged the sack off his shoulder, his oversized stone fingers holding it with a deftness that belied their strength. He eyed the loot arranged on the cots.

"Nice hat."

[house_1_god_0]

It was one thing to read about it. It was another to see it in person.

House pushed aside all the thought along the lines of oh god what and instead sat up and half-stood to grab his cane. With it in hand, he used it to stand up with more ease, making a face at the soreness in his leg as he did so. He wanted to pop another pill, but it wasn't time yet. He'd just have to tough it out for a while.

"Thanks, man. It's the star of my collection of crap. If I try this at every town, eventually I'll turn into a dealer of the stuff that everybody wants but no one can seem to find."

House took the cigars out of the pocket of his blazer, holding them out in his hand. "I don't know if they're any good, since I don't smoke them. Hope so."

[redrighthanded]

Hellboy took the cigars and held out the sack, jostling it a little so House could see the shape of the stuff inside. There was a vague rustling sound of leaves and branches.

"Dunno how much you wanted so I got some of each. And I found some white caps and something that kinda looks like reishi. Knew a guy in China used to swear by 'em." He held the cigars to his nose as he spoke, giving them a connoisseurial sniff before dropping them into a pocket of his coat. "Whatever doesn't kill you, right?"

[house_1_god_0]

And House took the bag of herbs, starting to sift through them himself as he listened. Normally, he wouldn't have even considered it for a trade. But somewhere, deep, deep inside, House did care about people. If they were on a caravan and someone started blowing chunks, he would help. Probably. It was more like he wouldn't complain if someone got pushed into taking care of them first. He wasn't one for compassion, but he wouldn't let people stay sick