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005 - Video (Accidentally not private to Gamzee)

[It's about two hours after Samantha met Gamzee for the first time. She's got a splitting headache and a nasty snarl on her face as she's holding an ice pack to her head. Her original intent in setting this post up is to make this a private post to the troll, but either because of that splitting headache, the fact that she's not 100% sure which is his account or just being in an angry rush, she's not getting the privacy thing quite right. So everyone gets to hear her cuss that looks at the video.]

Hey! Gamzee!

Round one, you dumbass, troglodyte clown. You win round one. The next time you try to wang me over the head, you bloody well swing better than a gimp chimpanzee or you're going to regret it. You hear me, motherfucker? I'm going to find you one of these days and re-arrange that ugly little face of yours until you can't recognize it in a mirror.

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Alright - hold still. And maybe close your eyes. Apparently that can help.

[He held out both of his hands and they lit up with a soft glow.]

Don't know if you've been healed this way before, but it kind of tingles, so, don't worry. It's normal.

[And he began to concentrate on making her feel well again.]

I've gotten a little help that way before, so don't worry. I don't like being touched much, but this is a little different, so go ahead.

[She winced as she felt the tingle, the wounds fading slowly away. Gamzee had cracked her head very well, so the full damage was something that Hisao couldn't completely remove. However, it did ease some of her discomfort.]

Thanks, Hisao. I don't want to push you more. It's a good thing I'm tougher than a lot of people. He hit damned hard.

I'll be careful to keep my hands at a distance, don't worry.

[He was pretty well used to people who disliked being touched, between Hanako and Satella. By the time she said she didn't want to push him, he was feeling a little drained, but not nearly so bad as the first few times he'd done this.]

OK... alright. Just let me know if you want me to have another try at it, OK? I don't mind.

[He dabbed at his forhead with his sleeve and then smiled.]

Hey, by the way, it's nice to finally meet you in person.

[She nodded towards the couch and went to pour a couple cups of coffee. While she did, she called back towards him from the kitchenette area. When she moved away, the very faint whiff of sulfur went with her. Her tail swished lazily behind her as she moved.]

Yeah, I suppose this is the first time meeting, isn't it Hisao? You take anything with yours? Sugar, cream? You mind if I smoke, by the way? I feel like a cigarette right now.

[Hisao took a seat on the indicated couch. It was comfy, if nothing else, and welcome after the effort of healing.]

No, go ahead. I don't mind. And I just like mine black and unsweetened if it's all the same. Thank you.

[There was a grunt of approval from the kitchenette. She emerged with a black stick in her mouth that was giving off a smell not unlike perfume, if a little sweeter than some. She set a mug in front of him and one in front of her before sitting down in the cheap, threadbare recliner. Her tail came up between her legs and flopped lazily as she leaned back to accommodate it.]

I'd give you the ten cent tour, but you can cover seven cents from where you're at. Still, the rent's cheap and the landlord isn't asking me stupid questions, so that's generally a good thing.

Hey now. It's worth at least fifty cents. In all seriousness, it's nice - and at least it's yours, y'know? I'm happy enough with the welcome hall for now, but it must be cool having your own place.

[He picked up the cup of coffee, blowing on it a few times. The thing she was smoking was odd - he'd been expecting a regular cigarette. He had to admit, the smell of this one was nicer than he'd been expecting. Sipping the drink gently, he smiled.]

It's a good cup of coffee. Thank you.

It means I'm not living in the same place as murder happy clowns, territorial spider demons and whatever other morbid crap they decided to move into Hel House lately. That's a definite improvement in my book. Painwheel's ok, despite the looks, but a lot of them aren't the sort I want to spend time around.

[Yeah, Samantha had never really had to worry about inhaling a few fumes in her world, so she had a taste for cloves on the occasions she smoked. Importing them here wasn't impossible, just annoyingly expensive so she didn't get to have them often.]

You're welcome. How've you been holding up?

Murder... happy clowns? Just when you think you know a place you find out about murder happy clowns.

[He cleared his throat, shrugged, and took another sip of good, hot coffee.]

I've been doing fine, actually. Work is nice, still running in the mornings, cooking dinner for various people in the evenings and still finding some time to hide away with a book or ninety four a few hours most days. No complaints on my end. You? I mean... apart from the obvious.

[He gestured to his own head. He could kind of figure she'd run afoul of someone. Chances were high she had no desire to expound upon that at length.]

My miraculous ability to make friends and win people over to my way of thinking continues to amaze even me. I'm just impressive that way, you know? Sounds like you've found a way to keep yourself busy. Me, I've got apothecary stuff over at the clinic and I'm still mapping the town. It's getting me pretty much what I need.

[She finally took a sip and breathed out. Another drag and the air took on a perfumed sort of smell around them. Any hint of sulfur faded, which was of course the point.]

[OK, he couldn't help chuckling just a little at that first part.]

I see. You ought to write a book about that. The sequel to 'How to win friends and influencve people'. Though, it's good to know the apothecary stuff and the mapping are keeping you busy. How's working for Doctor Watson? I like him a lot - he's really helped me out in my time here.

"How to piss people off and enrage clowns?" Yeah, I think I could write a book like that no problem.

[Yeah, that got a snort of a laugh and a shrug.]

He's a pleasant fellow, and he gives me the leeway to do what I have to. You stop by his office now and again, don't you? He's ... definitely good at what he did.

[Not gonna say anything...]

That title just has 'New York Times Best Seller' written all over it. If you need an editor, just let me know?

[He chuckled again and drank more of his coffee.]

Yeah, I can imagine so long as you were getting done what needed to be done, he'd be a fairly easy guy to work for. I stop in fairly often. You probably have at least SOME idea why.

[His smile became slightly wry. There was little point dancing around it by this point and she'd worked there long enough that his prescription had been refilled at least once under her watch.]

... No, I know exactly what some of that's about. Not enough I could fill in the blanks completely, but enough that I have a good idea you don't like anything dealing with matters of the heart. [For different reasons, of course. She shouldn't be laughing, but that pun had a dark chuckle in her throat.]

You're young to be screwing with that shit. Doesn't the healing magic around here help at least a little?

Heh... matters of the heart? Yeah, you could put it that way.

[His own chuckle was less dark, more dry.]

Unfortunately no - My condition is like... a mechanical defect more than anything that can be healed. It won't exactly get better over time or anything, but the medication and exercise and good diet help manage it. Only had one minor incident since arriving so that's actually a pretty long stretch of good luck so far.

Yeah. I guess that makes sense. It's not something I've really encountered too much in my life, but I was pretty limited in my experiences until about a year and a half or so ago. At least you haven't had too many problems one way or another.

So, if you don't mind me asking a stupid question. Why the hell you hanging around me? It's not exactly as if my life's prone to being boring and quiet, you know.

And I'm supposed to enjoy boring and quiet just because I have a heart condition?

[He asked it with a wry smile and a quirked brow - there was no confrontation in his tone.]

If you want to know, it's just because you seem cool and I enjoy talking to you. That's pretty much it. I'd like us to be friends. And so far I haven't been hit with any boulders or bitten by any clowns, so, we're in good shape thus far.

Yeah, because I heard clownism was infectious once upon a time. [The only episode of ATHF she ever watched. Most days, she was grateful she didn't grow up with a TV.]

I'm not really good at this whole friend thing, just so you know Hisao. I lived with my mom all my life, and I haven't held onto a friend long before I've ended up hurting them. It's... awkward to have people ask. I've given up trying to stop people, since everyone around here either has the sense to stay away or they're just dense about it, but you should know I'm not really sure how to be a friend, other than having someone's back.

...

And I'm not asking the Neighbor's Club. They're nucking futs.

Maybe the neighbors club was bitten by clowns? Actually, they seem OK. Just... really, really exuberantly awkward.

But, I mean, there isn't any special skillset required for being friends. It's just... well, this. Being able to sit around and have coffee and chat about stuff every so often. And maybe you're right and maybe I'm dense and I wind up getting hurt at some point. That doesn't mean it's a bad idea. It just has some risks attached, but most firendships do in one way or another.

Some? You, sir, have a knack for understatement. But, I'll give. It's not like I haven't traveled with some people who weren't dangerous in their own ways.

I've been told before that euphimisms are one of my trademarks. There are worse things to be defined by, I guess. I'm sorry to dissapoint but being my friend isn't really dangerous or exciting so, don't compare me too harshly with your old travelling partners.

My old travelling partners are usually more trouble than they're worth. A few of them damned near got me into some serious trouble at times. I could use a friend or two that avoid that sort of over-the-top nonsense if I'm being really honest.

Don't need to go traipsing down to hell's gates to bargain with Charon for someone's soul again, now do I?

I can with all earnestness swear I would never ask you to do anything like that!

[He chuckles into his coffee, taking another sip.]

It sounds like an interesting story, though.

Less than you'd think. It involved two gold drachma. Nothing more complicated than that. He'd never been paid a toll properly before for me, so I think he appreciated someone actually taking the time to pay him for once. The bastard rarely gets that much respect from much of anyone in the underworld.

Wow! I mean, where I'm from, Charon and the river Styx are known as Greek myths. The fact that you can talk about them being real so casually is kind of amazing. I guess if the toll wasn't paid, the soul is left to wander the banks and catacombs there for a hundred years, right? That's how the story goes in my world, at least.

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