bakerstreet | Too bad nobody loves you

Part of something, I guess. Not a particular-goal driven type, I'm just moving until something feels worth a stop. Getting harder to justify, a little bit. Hard to feel in-step with one person, let alone... [ A vague wave. ]

I'd guess that's even worse long term, then? You around people much, in a companionable way?

No, I am not. People got a mind. What they got on it— [ dumbass, twitchy, run toward the sound of a scream, shit themselves, thinking themselves good, evil, kind, machiavellian. ] Person they are disappoints them. Dries up, but,

[ so do the bodies. ] Not a lotta folks wise up.

There ever been a stop, or that just in the wind?

Once, but it didn't pan out. I won't pretend I'm not sore about it, but that's life. Head down, stay moving, something's eventually gotta stick.

Would I be right guessing that sounds lonely, or is it stoic all the way down? There's exceptions to anything, but on the whole I think most people would go stir crazy alone too long. Social animals and all.

Hm.

[ ripe thing to brush off or ignore entirely, but it is a slightest bit of a valid question. all things that affect his mind affect the process he is undergoing. and he doesn't think she's a bitch, so. ]

Probably not good for my constitution, no. If I am, if I was, to which I have perhaps lost some honest insight, [ there are certain senses and knowledge that have been barrelled and buried. some he is perfectly aware of, and is still scum. ]

I have never felt particularly sane amongst the fine company out here. Think you'd go mad?

Me, absolutely. Tried holing up once and even the half-assed version was tugging loose strings. Touchier temper, days go by slower, harder to talk when the opportunity's there. I'm not built for it.

[ Said without shame. Some folks had to end up with greater appetites for company, and she'd rather that end of the scale than the opposite. A handy thing to know you want. ]

There a particular kind of people that'd gel better? Or, mm, just more worth the mess of being involved to start with?

Well. Know thyself.

[ absolutely, can't fault a wannabe hermit. lots of appeal on the outside of the box. him, he's living the touchy temper like a rabid badger life. hashtag. ] Learned a little somethin'.

For people. Gel— vivid word. Passing through, there's folks I shoot the shit with. Can't say why, there's a lineup of shit that pisses me off.

[ although the whole package, the face, spinny finger, face, you see this, you see the— ]

Ain't nobody at the bit for conversation.

[ The good-humored wonder why goes unvoiced, but there's a raise of eyebrow that lends itself to it. ]

Has the fuse always been short? I could see that just coming with time. Enough annoying types it's got to feel like they're all there is.

Could be intimidated, that last bit. You don't look like much of a weather-chatting 'what's the time' type.

I have a inquiry— what's it you're hopin' to extract from my worldly wasteland wisdom?

[ there's always just the comedy of one man's journey to being reprehensible and ugly. ] This is not a scolding now, I condoned.

I will answer. Just a mite curiosity.

I'm a people person. Get curious easy, I like knowing what people are about, and how they got there. Sometimes it's boring, but most of the time not. You seem like a pretty safe bet on that front.

[ And, after a beat, in the name of transparency: ] And I can't say I've ever met somebody that looked quite like you. But that maxes out at like... thirty percent. The rest is just liking the answers. I'm happy easing up, if it hits hard on any of the pissed-off lines.

Lotta risk for little reward, but your gamble. [ men with no eyebrows could go any which way. the guns, though. ]

Caught me in my sunshine-y mood. Fair weather. Talk of my many sins apparently brings that out in me— and to your question, nearly long as I been out here, I have been an asshole.

[ but now he's an asshole with a dog. optical illusion, people think he's friendlier, but he's just friendlier to the dog. if anything, he has to compensate. ]

So you are a people person, can't find people, don't jive with the people you find, if I am grasping the situation. So when you say 'people person', you're ridin' solely on the dissection thereof.

[ Little sad to hear it laid out altogether, but she can't say he's manipulated the facts. Head lolling to either side as she considers his phrasing, she may pass for more nonchalant than she really is. Nice a reprieve as a dog-petting would be — and she would appreciate it — she's minding the guns enough not to go reaching at anything that may even vaguely register as his. ]

I don't know that I'd say dissection. Anthropology's not really it either, but something in the middle. Non-clinical. Less knifey, unless it really comes to that. And eventually something'll click, some mutual liking'll spring up. [ Or she'll die waiting, but that seems a pointless possibility to fixate on. Her gamble. And who likes a downer? ]

...I'm taking from 'nearly' that there was a before, then? A non-ass period.

Sounds like a helluva Hail Mary you waitin' on.

[ blandest possible way he can say that's delusional. being a downer on uppers is how he gets by. ]

Now if I was to say which way that'll take you, I'd say the end of that knife you wanted out of the equation. Maybe not. Likely so. Secondarily,

[ he never really has to look his temper, put the fear of ghoul into them, because it is most all a quick resolve. one way or a dozen others. he'd say he is quite fair, actually. few are not forewarned. people are just fucking stupid.

she hardly seems one to push the envelope. so his tone remains all the same. ]

Take another look at me, ask yourself— is this mayhaps one of those lines I ought not tread?

[ Look she does, because even if it's rhetorical instruction he strikes a fascinating frame and she'd hate to waste that. It's a rare individual that can elevate a bandolier past the realm of Rambo parody. The potential consequence needs little spelling out. Moment of reflection taken, she tips her head. ]

Fair enough.

—And knives have actually been the issue with a lot of those false stops, funny enough. I'm getting a good sense about handling it these days. If you don't look like much people usually aren't subtle about if it's headed that way. Kind of handy, you suss out fast if it's going to be a waste of time.

[ And a beat, the hail mary having fully sunk in: ] Everybody's gotta chase something, right? Sensible or not.

Too bad nobody loves you

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