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After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
needle-in-echo-groove
needle-in-echo-groove
"Kind of is, come to think of it. Helping people to make up for the innocents I've devoured over the years; still getting a full supply of delicious blood."
first-and-final
"Then sure. But I don't mind helping you out if you start running out of sufficiently despicable criminals."
needle-in-echo-groove
"I could feed solely off of Gentleman Johnny Marcone's immediate competitors for upwards of a year, at a conservative estimate. We're not running out."
needle-in-echo-groove
"The least evil of the crime bosses in this fair city. I tend to favor him when there's cause to."
first-and-final
"'Least evil' is one of those phrases that's not quite positive enough to be promising."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Doesn't sell drugs to children or employ unwilling prostitutes, is one of the basic principles I've heard. Which, unfortunately, is high praise. And he takes decent care of his employees."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Ooh, and there's this video on the Youtube of him shooting a loup-garou while spinning around hanging from his ankles over a pit- it's really blurry, because there's some wizard there, but still, pretty fucking cool. That gets him some points in my book."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Big nasty werewolf thing. A family line gets cursed by some bastard wizard, their firstborn sons turn into unkillable murder machines with suicidal depression they can't do anything about. They can only be killed with inherited silver from another's hand. Not sure why the folks don't just stab the first baby, but maybe that's forbidden too."
needle-in-echo-groove
"Not exactly widespread; I think the one Marcone killed might've been the last one. Back in the day people were really into punishing the generations to come. Sort of the done thing."
first-and-final
"I'm beginning to wonder how it is that there are any people left in this world who aren't evil or cursed or dead or I don't know what else..."
needle-in-echo-groove
"There aren't that many escaping the first two. But, you know, humans breed like... like humans, is how I'd traditionally say it, I guess 'bunnies' might work?"
no-return
Meanwhile:
Buttercup returns to Harry's apartment, bearing grocery bags!
His first words to Harry are, "I wanna bake you a cake, can I bake you a cake?"
Buttercup returns to Harry's apartment, bearing grocery bags!
His first words to Harry are, "I wanna bake you a cake, can I bake you a cake?"
no-return
"Cool. In that case, you're getting cake. I will intimidate your oven into cooperating."
He puts down the groceries and retrieves a Mandatory Fluffy Sweater and puts it on and gives Harry a hug. This makes the umptieth time he has had to restrain himself from kissing Harry on the cheek since they figured out about the burny thing.
He puts down the groceries and retrieves a Mandatory Fluffy Sweater and puts it on and gives Harry a hug. This makes the umptieth time he has had to restrain himself from kissing Harry on the cheek since they figured out about the burny thing.
doing-the-right-thing
Harry has accidentally touched Buttercup a handful of times, and has been wincing somewhat less each time; it's not exactly comfortable, though. His restraint is appreciated.
