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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 14:31:24 GMT -5
"Why wouldn't I believe you? I'd be dead, what do I care?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 14:43:19 GMT -5
"Because it sounds pathetic," she admitted in a mutter. "Look- anyway, do you have anybody back home that needs to know where you are?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 14:51:08 GMT -5
"I don't want my mother brought into this."
Better for her to believe he'd dropped off the face of the earth for a few weeks than to know the truth. People disappeared in Gotham all the time.
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 15:10:19 GMT -5
"You mean your mom is back there and she doesn't know someone tried to kill you?"
She picked up a kitchen towel and started hitting him with it.
"She better be a really shitty mom or something-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 15:17:15 GMT -5
"What am I supposed to tell her, she doesn't know--"
His voice broke a little. Being thwacked with a towel made him bunch up like a pissed-off cat. It always had, in fact.
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 15:30:21 GMT -5
"Sorry," she said, awkwardly withdrawing the towel. "Look, I don't know. You could say you just saw something, and they had to eliminate a witness. It's not that far-fetched."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 19:32:15 GMT -5
"I'll call her when I have a place, my mother doesn't know I see things--"
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 19:38:46 GMT -5
"What does she think you do?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 21:34:48 GMT -5
He snatched another piece of bacon and broke it in half.
"She thinks I'm a piano player in a brothel. Frankly it's none of your business, madam."
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 21:47:41 GMT -5
She followed the bacon with her eyes.
"Jesus. Okay. I mean, you were kind of coughing up bile yesterday and probably would have been hit by a car on the West Side Highway if you tried Froggering it on your own, but what have I really done for you lately..."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 21:56:21 GMT -5
He laughed; it was horrible.
"What does my gratitude have to do with the fact that I'm lying to my mother?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 20, 2016 22:01:51 GMT -5
"I'm trying to help you. Don't ask me why, because honestly, I'm trying to figure that out myself. Maybe you've never been collateral damage or something, but just- you were walking home and you saw some guy get killed, and they wanted to make sure you wouldn't tell anybody, but you survived and you have a room in New York. This is not that hard."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 20, 2016 22:12:40 GMT -5
Only the recent presence of turkey bacon kept him from burying his face in his hands.
"She doesn't answer the telephone before noon. Are you happy now?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 21, 2016 9:43:54 GMT -5
"Not even under the circumstances? Look, I'm trying to keep us all out of trouble here-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 24, 2016 17:03:25 GMT -5
Theoretically they owned a brand-new answering machine, but Gertrud didn't like it much.
"I'm already in trouble. But if you must insist--"
She didn't need to know he snitched on anybody, though she'd probably approve on some level.
"Can't I just tell her I got a job out here?"
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