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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 18, 2016 20:57:46 GMT -5
It wasn't a question he'd really been asked before except as a weird jab, so it took a moment for Oswald to mull it over.
"Yesterday I might have chipped a tooth," he began cautiously, "but... I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose."
He did want to impose, but the other shoe had yet to drop and it was hard to be assertive without a shirt on.
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Post by Megan on Apr 18, 2016 21:12:05 GMT -5
"I meant like, are you vegan, do you do kosher or halal or Atkins or anything-"
She stopped.
"Well, anyway."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 18, 2016 21:30:01 GMT -5
Oh, all right then.
"You're very kind. I'll have toast."
Nobody was going to be serving shellfish at 7 AM, not even in New York City. The door crept shut about an inch.
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Post by Megan on Apr 18, 2016 21:31:32 GMT -5
The toast was already on a plate by the time he got out there. Megan set another two Midol capsules beside it.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 18, 2016 21:39:38 GMT -5
Her houseguest descended on the table like a locust with two broken legs. He'd gotten dressed and hacked a comb through his hair in a hurry, though he still looked a little like one of those ubiquitous parodies of American Gothic.
"Who did the hat belong to?" The possibilities were mind-boggling.
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Post by Megan on Apr 18, 2016 21:45:11 GMT -5
"Earlier renter, this great big vampire with a drinking problem. Turns out his dad is like, filthy rich and literally a count, so he lives somewhere on the Upper West Side now."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 18, 2016 21:58:45 GMT -5
Lucky him. That at least explained the size and taste of all the other personal artifacts she'd come up with.
He halted in the middle of that first noisy bite. "Right, right, it's your side of the water that has--" Not a vampire problem, exactly. "--A nice, healthy vampire population. How are you finding that?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 7:13:42 GMT -5
"I mean, other than the prevailing terror of hoping you never have to kill one trying to make you one of them, not that bad," she said as she put some turkey bacon on to fry. "It could be a lot worse. There's a reason Gotham's still considered worse than a city that has a Little Carpathia, which really begs the question of why you feel safer here, surrounded by apex predators, spitting bile with a bad leg."
She smacked her hands down on the counter for emphasis, not quite a slam or a bang but enough to make a very firm sound.
"What the hell am I shielding you from?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 8:16:49 GMT -5
Did they not have the concept of self-defense on this side of the water? Truly a blasted wasteland.
"The kind of apex predator that has people shot in the face for testifying. Does that answer your question?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 8:52:34 GMT -5
"So what did you do?" she said, leaning forward a little.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 9:12:33 GMT -5
"I saw something, all right? Are you happy?"
He had in fact seen plenty of things.
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 9:41:57 GMT -5
"Because you were already involved."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 10:03:11 GMT -5
"What do you mean, involved? You don't have to be involved to notice something."
Well, obviously he was involved, which made her pressing the matter mildly irritating. You didn't make three-piece-suit money working at a gas station, and as far back as he could remember there was never a time where he hadn't been mixed up with gangsters. And so was she, just the kind of gangsters who had skyscrapers named after them.
"You know, your bacon's going to burn if you keep asking these questions."
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Post by Megan on Apr 19, 2016 10:18:05 GMT -5
"Turkey bacon doesn't burn very quickly."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 19, 2016 10:19:03 GMT -5
"That's very thoughtful of you."
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