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[goddamnthe]

Children do make excellent slaves.

[creepinginmy]

That's a horrible thing to say. [But is probably rampant where he comes from, even if he has never actually seen it. One can only assume the worst.]

[goddamnthe]

[He smiles lazily.] An untapped labor force in the civilized world, it really is a pity.

[creepinginmy]

You must have a very broad definition of 'civilized'.

[orb_weaving]

Hah! Just to be trying it!

[She squinches her eyes and puckers her mouth in an approximation of a scowl.]

[wunderkindered]

[and she's over here tugging at her hair and grumbling.]

I'll squash them.

[orb_weaving]

Squashings are too good for such miscrezants.

[wunderkindered]

It'll make them go away for good.

[1ntagli0]

Good riddance.

[and_tyranny]

Can't handle little children, hm?

[1ntagli0]

[Zinc turns to stare at her in silence for a moment. The blank expression turns to a fairly amiable smile, which is again belied by what he actually says:]

They are alien sacks of skin, which might one day have the good fortune to be something useful in the world.

[and_tyranny]

Oh dear. [she returns the amiable smile, but there's something terribly shallow about it] I daresay you were one yourself, once.

[no_acclaim]

...Real funny.

[dirt_heart]

Can joke about everything else but kids, right.

[no_acclaim]

I dunno, maybe it'd scare 'em into not wandering off.

[dirt_heart]

Monsters and boogeymen usually do that job better than threats of slavery.

[Not that either of them would work on his girls.]

[littlemorethan]

[she laces her fingers in an attempt to make herself less tense, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand as she remembers something. something horrible.]

Harsh. Sometimes they don't mean to be annoying.

[goddamnthe]

What better way to teach them better, hmm?

[There is a sly glean to him that makes it somewhat uncertain whether he's really kidding or not. But his smile is friendly.]

[littlemorethan]

[drown them in the lake]

-- I am never good with children, so I don't know.

[she purses her lips, smooths the folds of her skirt and slips her hands in her pockets. september feels awkward, talking to someone who isn't aiden or anyone else, but she can't always be picky.]

Not having them, or not being around them, might be better.

[goddamnthe]

They are everywhere, much like cockroaches.

[This turn of phrase clearly amuses him, he's staring at the ground, the image of scurry little pests crushed under shiny patent leather shoes adance in his head.]

But, supposedly, they are the future.

[He looks up at her sideways, quirking another smile.]

And how do you feel about the the future, my dear?