[ Yeah, that was. Something! Like being in the area of influence of another Beast with no protection, and having to deal with those corrosive, eroding effects. Fun. She's either looking through the kitchenette area (and being unimpressed by the lack of supplies) or, having found nothing, has instead relegated herself to lounging haphazardly across a pile of pillows.
So Lovecraft mumbles that, and either way, Koyanskaya just quips back: ]
[ 'Something' is an apt description. Even for a guy used to the general sensation of being burnt alive every so often, he can't say that experience is one ever really wants to put himself through again. That being said...
Well, it's not like compliance via threat of death is anything new, but the methods are considerably worse than he remembers. ]
And I thought my family was dysfunctional. [ He gets it, Lovecraft. From where Yugamu's idly leaning on the counter, that ring stuck on his finger earns a glance of distaste. ] I'd rather not encourage that kind of wanton, passionless murder, though. I'm gonna have to agree with the sentiment it'll come back to bite us.
[ There are a few pillows at the foot of the pile that don't seem quite so claimed... Will he try for them... ]
Apparently. Quite rude, really. A lady's secrets shouldn't be spread around so willy-nilly.
Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything off yourself? Something that doesn't fit? Or are you going to tell me you're one of those age old ancient types who can't remember what you had for breakfast the other day, much less what happened a few years [ or more ] ago?
Considering what we're dealing with, chances are that guy's mind works in ways that're probably impossible for us to understand. Mostly, anyway. [ Well, that's his general opinion. ] Not that I know too much about Gods and religion, but I can't find it in me to respect anyone who hates something as perfectly natural as a good desire.
[ Pointed nails drum on the countertop. ]
You think so? Contracts are rigid in my line of work...but I don't remember agreeing to this one, personally. I hate to admit that gets under my skin a little, and not in the fun way.
[ This is not what she would call pillowtalk, but on a literal level it is, sure. The clueless amnesiac is going to talk philosophy now? ]
Of course it does. I know my base nature. I know what I am, and unlike some I don't make a grand production of trying to defy it or pretending I am anything but.
Are you going to tell me that one's nature doesn't make them "them"?
Maybe you'd know how that feels better than I would. Everything about this feels off to me, so I couldn't pinpoint which or where.
[ Something twitches and pulls at the corner of his mind, lips pursing tight. God, huh.... ]
I don't really like making them, usually. I'm not too fond of the work I do, so they're usually distasteful. Me and the family business don't really mesh well....at least on the moral code side of things, y'know?
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