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[murderpotato]

What, fuck the bitch up? Yeah. I said I'd keep you from getting you stupid ass killed, didn't I? I ain't gonna just sit around and let her fuckin' aerate your head.

[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.]

[hybridification]

Dude.

[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.

[murderpotato]

Yeah, and?

[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.]

[hybridification]

[Rhys wants to protest, because Lilith is a siren, but he doesn't. After all, Gren is one more guy standing between Lilith and himself, and he doesn't want to dissuade him. Besides, Gren has got some weird stuff going on. Maybe he'll actually land a few blows?

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.