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Date: 2016-04-29 05:10 am (UTC)[That's at least one thing that Rhys has done right. Sure, there's nothing that's going to get at him while Gren's in the house, but there's also nothing wrong with being prepared. And as far as guns go, size isn't as important as where you put the bullet.]
You know how to fuckin' use it without shooting yourself in the foot?
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Date: 2016-05-01 12:21 am (UTC)Of course I know how to-
[Whoops. At some point, the sleekness of it had gotten a little too sleek, and it slips out of his hand. Rhys yelps and scrambles up to his bed to avoid any stray bullets as it clatters to the floor- thankfully, without firing, but still.]
-um.
Gren's face is gonna get stuck on :| pretty soon
Date: 2016-05-01 03:39 am (UTC)I'm gonna take that shit from you if you do that again.
[Don't fucking twirl the gun, this isn't Metal Gear and you aren't a cat-themed Russian double-agent.]
nobody can really blame him tbh
Date: 2016-05-03 05:40 am (UTC)No, no, it's fine, I've got it all under control.
[Rhys has the opposite of that. Things are spiraling out of hand so quickly that he's honestly kind of shocked he's still alive. He reaches to pick up the gun, a little sheepishly.]
Anyway, a gun won't do me much good if Lilith decides to teleport my internal organs into another dimension.
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Date: 2016-05-03 07:12 am (UTC)[Yet being the operative word, but it matters. Rhys is in trouble, and Gren doesn't just leave his friends in shitty situations if he can do anything about it.]
[He supposes that the quickest way to solve all this shit would be to get rid of Rhys' boss. No boss, no telling Lilith about whatever it is, no bitch coming after Rhys. But that also involves technically breaking the terms of his amnesty and those moral whatsits against just straight up murdering people. He's not supposed to murder people, even if it would make things a lot easier.]
[Rhys probably wouldn't like the idea, either.]
Is she the kind of bitch who'll give you warning before she starts tracking your ass down?
[Even if it's just threatening him to put some fear of god into him, it's a heads-up.]
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Date: 2016-05-05 04:14 am (UTC)[Rhys certainly wouldn't like the idea of murdering his own boss, even if he's relatively sure that this is all going to pay out in blood in the end anyway. He doesn't know who's winning and he doesn't know which side he's on yet, and so for the most part, his plans are:
1. tell Gren
2. hide under Gren's bed
3. wait for this all to blow over
It's not quite going well so far.]
I don't know. I think it's one of those things where like, if she ran into me on the street, she'd just pop a bullet in my skull, but otherwise she might not go looking for me.
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Date: 2016-05-11 11:58 pm (UTC)[Fuck, Rhys, you're way more baggage than Gren had ever anticipated. How can one mundy keep getting themselves into so much shit? It's like he's a shitmagnet, inexorably attracting all the shit in the vicinity to himself.]
Okay. You got someplace you need to go, let me know and I'll come with you. The bitch's been wanting to start shit with me anyway, so if she's looking for a fight, I can give it to her.
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Date: 2016-05-13 08:18 am (UTC)[There's a pause, an honest-to-god moment where Rhys just sort of looks at Gren, kind of incredulous, kind of- well, it's nice of him. And sure, Gren had offered to try and dig him up when he wasn't actually buried in the first place, but this is different. This is Gren offering to go toe to toe with a siren. That's on a whole other level.]
You'd do that for me?
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Date: 2016-05-13 08:36 am (UTC)[Rhys' got more than his fair share of holes in his skull, anyway. He clearly doesn't need any more of them.]
Besides, she don't know what she's gettin' into.
[Though, to be fair, neither does he.]
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Date: 2016-05-17 01:24 am (UTC)[He knows that Gren is like, crazy strong, but he feels like he should warn him all the same. Rhys moves a little closer, setting a hand on Gren's shoulder.
You know, the one still attached to an arm. This is supposed to be heartfelt, okay?]
She's a siren. She can melt your insides with her brain.
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Date: 2016-05-17 03:48 pm (UTC)[Rhys, why are you touching him. Gren looks down at the offending hand on his shoulder and the person it's attached to, expression dry enough to dessicate an ocean.]
Is it fuckin' Tuesday already? I've tangled with a lot of weird-ass fuckin' people, Rhys, this ain't anything new.
[Witches, trolls, whatever the fuck the Jersey Devil is, Woody, Bigby goddamn Wolf-- let's be real, if it exists, Gren has probably tried to punch it at one point or another. And even if he hasn't fought a siren before, now he gets the wonderful opportunity to add one to the list.]
[Good life decision? No. But Gren's life is full of poor life choices and he's not about to stop now.]
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Date: 2016-05-19 11:33 pm (UTC)Or maybe Rhys is underestimating him. That's possible too.]
Alright, well- thanks, man.
[He sort of. Awkwardly lets the hand drop a few moments too late.]
For everything. You're a good roommate.