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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 2:31 pm
Leslie held up his book with a shrug. "S'pretty boring, but it's growing on me, I guess. Used to think they were boring for sure. You have to be so ******** quiet." He cracked open the book, trying to find where he'd left off. "Won't argue with the trouble, though. What's the point of somethin' being neat if you can't ******** it up?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 3:16 pm
"Which apparently you have a problem with," said Chance mildly. "No issues with that, though, being quiet has its benefits, but sometimes noisy is just as good."
He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face as he said, "Why ******** it up if it was nice in the first place?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:17 pm
Leslie took a long second to sort of just stare at Chance, squinting. "But...why wouldn't you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:20 pm
He gave Leslie a long, slow stare.
"Because...sometimes it's nice to have nice things?" Chance said finally, patiently, and entirely with the air of someone trying to explain quantum physics to a four year old. "Because sometimes nice things are better than ******** up things?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 4:09 pm
An incredulous snort. "Not everyone was raised in the lap of luxury, dude. Some of us don't know what it's like to have nice s**t, and why should anyone else get to have it if we can't?" A shrug. "Anyway, that's what I thought then and s**t. I try to not ruin s**t around here because anyone that'd care could have my ********' head."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 4:54 pm
Chance rolled his eyes. "That's exactly why the ******** nicer s**t is appreciated - because you aren't raised in the lap of luxury, and when you get nice s**t, you appreciate it more."
He let out an amused snort, shaking his head. "I retract my previous statement. You changed maybe a smidgen since I last saw you. You've never cared about ruining s**t before."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 5:12 pm
In all honesty: Leslie really did get it. The first time he'd seen his hunter coat-- bright, new, shiny and even if it was second hand, not in dire shape-- he'd almost clutched it like a security blanket. Even now, he had a hard time wearing it, or the clothes he'd gotten as gifts. But, still. Leslie made a terrible, constipated kind of face. "Don't tell anyone, or you're gonna ruin my cred."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 6:07 pm
He smirked. "And who exactly would I tell? I'm new here, remember? Still learning the ropes, still getting the hang of things. No, I'm more amused running into you here, of all places, since the last time I saw you, you were running out of my store shouting obscenities."
A pause. "Or something like that."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 6:30 pm
A wistful sort of sigh. "s**t used to be so much easier," Leslie said. "Yeah, small ******** world. It's weird how there are almost clusters of us. It runs in the family, you know that? Who knows, maybe a brat sister of mine will show up one day. It's crazy s**t."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 6:43 pm
"There are two of you?" Chance said, in mild surprise. "Heaven help us all..."
He thought for a moment about his own family, and decided it was probably a good thing he didn't have any brothers or sisters - that he knew of, at least. Chance leaned back a little, sighing.
"So what do you do around here, if you don't go around ******** things up?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 6:52 pm
"There are five of us," Leslie said, pointedly. "Gotta pair of younger twin sisters, and a brother both younger and older. Sisters are okay though, they stay in school and s**t." He waved a hand dismissively. Thinking on it too much was a pain. "Hang out in the infirmary helping the sick and the ******** that aren't lucky enough to be dying, usually. A little of everything, but I'm a de-facto Mist rep or some s**t. You know what you wanna do yet?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 9:52 pm
"So you're stuck in the middle of all that chaos then?" Chance asked, contemplating this momentarily. "Jeez. Sounds like a mess of too much noise and not enough of everything else."
He passed a look towards Leslie, expression mild. "Not yet," he answered lightly, and then added, "Though I'm going to stay in Sun, really, nothing else is very appealing to me. And hitting things certainly has its appeal, so I'm good on that point."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 8:14 pm
"I was," Leslie corrected with an affirmative nod. "You got no idea how right you are." He grinned, s**t-eating and smug. "If I was gonna go anywhere, it'd be Sun. But after that Sun meeting-- long ******** story, I have a shitty sense of direction-- I will ********' pass on your nutter butter leader, I tell you ******** what. Pikachus for miles. Miles."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 8:55 pm
There was a moment in which Chance stared long and hard at Leslie as though trying to figure out just what he was saying and whether or not it was a code word for something. Or possibly a new swear word he was unaware of, though it sounded too fluffy for that.
"What," he said, "is a Pikachu? And I haven't had the, uh, pleasure...of meeting my leader yet."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:07 pm
"Are you for ******** real?" he asked, blinking. "Jesus christ. You don't know what pokemon is? Even I know what pokemon is, and I was too poor for that s**t." Leslie rolled his eyes to the heavens, in disbelief. "How does anyone not know what pokemon is? Jesus, I wish I didn't. Trade you."
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