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[It's very surreal to realize that, in the wild, he might be trying to eat Eddie right about now. Y'know, if they were more animal than human and not the other way around.]

Alright. C'mon.

[He slithers down a hall and to his room, the room that used to be Soeki's (he's nearly got all the bear smell out of it but some of it still lingers, particularly around the door frame). There's no actual bed inside it: much like his workshop basement, what there is is a raised platform that is actually a box under which he can hide, should he feel the need. On top is the usual nest of blankets and pillows. There's also some bars that stretch from one wall to the other, presumably for climbing. The only truly human thing in this room is the ornate wooden table that he's turned into a desk, which sits against the wall closest to the door.]

Now you just make yourself comfortable wherever you like.

the only really difficult thing's goin to be makin sure the cars are big enough to fit folks like

well like me for starters

hm

[Eddie follows Fiddleford down the hallway, light and springy on his feet, easily avoiding the huge, slithering tail at his side. There's some part of him that's setting off alarm bells but he ignores it; rabbit instincts are weird, and far too paranoid for Eddie's tastes.

He surveys the room quickly, and then does a big hop up onto the platform, padding on tiptoe to the corner and nestling down against the wall.]

Thanks. This is nice. [He sniffs once, twice, his ears doing a half-assed twitch upward.] Smells like bear in here.

How about you just like make it a big platform people can stand on, instead of seats

Oh yeah, it would. Soeki used to live here. I've been tryin' to get the smell out but it's awful stubborn.

[It used to be so, so much worse. At least the weed smell masks it too, to a point. And speaking of weed, the bowl that Eddie gave him is on Fiddleford's table. He picks it up now and offers it over. He was pregaming but there's still certainly enough to share.]

oh that'd work great. just a big platoform with a handrail around it. i could manage that no problem.

Oh. [Eddie's brow furrows.] Now that you mention, I vaguely remember Marco saying something about them being roommates.

[He takes the bowl and digs a lighter out of his pants pocket, sparking up and taking a good, big hit off it. It's been a month or two since he's had any at all, and relief floods him almost immediately as he passes the bowl back. This is what he needed: to loosen up. Take his mind off things for awhile.

Eddie exhales, smoke unfurling in lazy curls from his mouth.]

Y'know I got us a house? It was perfect. Just big enough for the both of us. Except now it feels...way too big. Empty.

How cozy.

[He's still in a good mood on account of the whole 'Slytherin' thing, so he's not going to let himself be as bothered by certain implications as he might otherwise.]

But yes, basements and dungeons, practical though they might be, can rarely be described in terms of their domestic charm.

I've a good friend back home who professes to prefer his quarters in a dungeon. But between you and I, I couldn't help but always think him the melodramatic, self-loathing sort. I'll take creature comforts over that intimidating aesthetic any day.

Sweet, can't wait.

Are you aware that your boyfriend has absolutely lost his mind?

I'm not even saying that to be a dick.

-- Rohan

i know

he's not my boyfriend

or at least it's under review

Uh oh.

Trouble in paradise?

Welcome to the club. Mine kind of never woke up.

at least yours didn't explicitly fuck you over

and then try to tell you it was just fine really

[Yeah he's. He's in a very bad way if that language is any indication.]

I feel like there's more to this and you should totally vent it.

To get it off your chest.

[ and not for him to pry or anything ]

[mmm binch he knows your game

but also you're not wrong]

you know

you know i think maybe i should

I didn't think you'd say yes.

You should come to the shop. I'm only taking appointments right now.

And this sounds awfully dire.

[He's about to face the Fog God and walk backwards into hell, which in this case is Ebony Threads. Same thing.]

you could say that
i'll be there.

[He's never been in Rohan's shop before but he knows very well where it is. He shows up a little while later with a bottle of tequila in one hand, his clothes disheveled and his tie half-undone. He looks like shit. It's fine. The glowing blue lights in his eyes and along his arms and spine and sputtering with barely-suppressed anger.]

[ For once, he isn't luring Fourthies into his shop to kill them. What a concept. He sets his computer aside and shuffles about to make up an intentionally dramatic scene at his front desk featuring a gray to black gradient tablecloth and a cute little lamp glowing with a blue flame he sparked up from his fingers.

Rohan looks VERY different than what Fiddleford is used to. A shame that they aren't kindred monster spirits at the moment. His elbows set up on the counter, he rests his chin atop his hands. ]

Oh my. You look like Hell.

Tequila causes pregnancy, you know. [ His demon tail sporting the little spade at its tip flicks playfully at his own """joke""". ]

[You know, he tends to double-take when he sees folks as different monsters than he's used to. He doesn't this time and it's hard to tell if it's because he's in that bad of a state or because seeing Rohan as a demon follows so logically that it doesn't surprise him. Neither does the overly-dramatic setup. He honestly would have been surprised at anything less.]

Well considerin' I'm unattached at the moment I'd say I don't have to worry about that.

[He takes a drink right out the bottle to punctuate his point. He almost wouldn't care if Rohan did lure him here to kill him. He could go for a fight right now. He won't instigate one but if things go that way... well. That'd be fine.]

[ Nice to see that dramatic demon is the line of best fit here. ]

True. [ He's not sure if he should mention that he was going to curb stomp Marco the other day but

that sounds like fiddleford really wouldn't care. ]

So... Tell me what's going on. I know Marco's more unhinged than usual... [ Glancing at his nails. ] I think-- coming from me --that's something.

I didn't realize it was this bad.

[He runs the hand that's not holding the bottle back through his hair. His tail curls beneath him so he can sit on it like a makeshift couch.]

I should've. If I'd've caught on maybe I could've-- [He hisses softly in frustration.] Doesn't matter. It's done now. Y'know that storm? How folks were showin' up in lightnin' and all? He built... some sort've machine. On the Fourth's orders, I'd assume. I don't know. He didn't tell me about it until it was already done.

[ He cocks an eyebrow. THAT'S something. ]

He built a machine on the Fourth's orders without telling you?

I feel like that's something priests should go over first. So that is what brought all of the new people this time...?

If I had to hazard a guess. If it ain't what brought them then it sure is what's makin' it go all screwy.

[Ain't. He's in the kind of place where he cares a lot less about policing his grammar, even in front of someone like Rohan that he knows will drag him for it. It doesn't matter right now.]

He didn't know it'd do any of this either and that would've been fine after a fashion but -- but -- [Another swig of Tequila.] But this is crossin' too many lines. And he won't own up to that.

[There's something more personal to it but he isn't yet quite sure if he wants to tell Rohan about that, even though Rohan is one of the people on the peninsula who already knows about his particular memory issues. Of course he does, he's one of the main things that kickstarted the whole recovery process.]

[ His lips curl because he cannot help himself when it comes to Fiddleford's accent. It's his favorite thing to poke fun at, but... Right now... ]

Mer-Icarus swam too close to the thermal vent. [ Bad reference. ] I wish I knew what to tell you, and I don't want it to sound like I'm helping you or anything, but if he is going behind your back to do these things...

[ He gestures in the air, blue embers flitting from his fingertips. ]

You have someone to confide in. In me. I think that what he has done is a grave sin. To you that's... Well, that's betrayal~

You know -- you know what they're doin'? To people's heads?

[its clear from his tone this isn't a subject he's fully comfortable talking about, but it's at the root of what's hurt him so bad.]

Edited (IPOD) 2017-08-07 05:55 (UTC)

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