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[cheapbastard]

i ain't here to commiserate or shit like that
you wanna feel like shit, feel like shit
no one's gonna baby you

but i've had a little to drink, the stars all look the same so i'm curious
tell me your biggest sin
come on, i was the fuckin' preacher back in that shitty town
i listened to all kinds of shit from those people
none of you shits came to visit so

cleanse yourself
get it off your chest
or make something up to entertain me.

( he doesn't expect anyone to actually go confessing their sins but hey, maybe they'll get creative and he'll have his fun for the night. )

come on, i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
if you don't wanna share, tell me, you think the end justifies the means?
would you be willing to do some nasty shit to get the best result in the end?

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[cheapbastard]

And she didn't ask for anything in return?

( he will never stop being paranoid. )

Just gave it to you out of the kindness of her heart?

[cheapbastard]

you could be good at it
but your talents might just lay elsewhere

i'm coming down the hall now

[bossily]

[and in about two seconds her door opens and her head pops out. the second she spots him, there's a smile on her face. it isn't until she's ushered him inside that he gets a hug. she gets he has an image to uphold.]

What made you want to know about everyone's biggest sins, anyway?

[chrysology]

What's the word? Jinx? Yeah. Nope. Not letting anything happen. Winry'd kill me if I mess up my arm and leg too much without her there to fix it.

[cheapbastard]

Curiosity.

( he doesn't shove her away when she hugs him, appreciative that she'd done it behind closed doors. )

I wanted to see just how many people might be honest about it too.

[ruinously]

Nope. Not a thing. I offered a trade, but...nah. She didn't want anything.

[ He's used to deals and trades, nothing is free. But then she'd told him he deserved something nice and he didn't know what to do with that. ]

Sure seems like it.

[cheapbastard]

see, at least you're fuckin' smart
can't say that about everyone

[cheapbastard]

Huh.

( he doesn't know if that's better or worse for his paranoia but...it's something. )

Might look into asking for something then. No idea what I'd ask for but might be good to get a touch of home or something.

[chrysology]

Look, I have a certain respect and fear of the women I know back home. They aren't people you want to piss off. Trust me. I'd rather avoid more wrenches to the head pissing Winry off with destroying her work.

[cheapbastard]

wrenches to the head?
i think i like your friend.

[chrysology]

My mechanic. Childhood friend. She really doesn't like it whenever I come to her for repairs with my auto-mail with her work broken or destroyed.

[cheapbastard]

better stay on the straight and narrow with her then, right?
wouldn't wanna get brained

[chrysology]

Definitely. She's not got quite as bad a temper as teacher -- she'd throw knives at us sometimes, but. Winry's aim is no joke. Wrenches hurt.

[cheapbastard]

yeah, wrenches definitely hurt
been hit with one or two in my lifetime
maybe more than one or two

[krazed]

Homelander sounds like your typical narcissistic sociopath.
I know a few of those.

At least the heroes where I'm from, they TRY and I use the term loosely to be heroic and do heroic type things.
I mean, the act is tired and overplayed but y'know they're still saving folks.

Sounds like your place of existence missed the memo on the superhero code of conduct.

[bossily]

How many do you think were honest?

[She's totally forgotten that she hasn't told him her answer yet.]

[chrysology]

You too? I mean in my case it's. Definitely been more than twice, but. After a point, I wasn't gonna placate her with more earrings when she kept getting more piercings in her ears to wear them all at once. So I couldn't keep bringing her more every time my arm was busted up.

[cheapbastard]

never really understood that
piercings, that is
get a few, fine
but what the fuck is the point of overdoing it?

[cheapbastard]

A few of them. Honestly, more than I thought.

( maybe some people were fuckin' exaggerating but he guessed that a lot of people were telling the truth. )

Pretty sure that they might have been holding back on some of the juiciest stuff but hey, at least there was some honesty.

[ruinously]

It's worth it, in my opinion. It's nice to just...close the door and kick back to zome Zeppelin.

[ especially when the weight of all this shit gets crushing, which it seems to be doing. Frequently. To everyone. ]

[cheapbastard]

This place given you a roomie yet?

( it hadn't done that to billy.

yet. )

[ruinously]

Nope. It's just me and my lonesome.

[ He vastly prefers it, he's never had his own room until now. He thinks maybe that's why he still has his own space. ]

[cheapbastard]

Yeah, that's where I'm at. I've had people stop over, bring me cookies and such —

( like dean's doing right now, of course. )

But I don't think I could live with anyone. This place is already a shitty thing to deal with as is.

[bossily]

[Somehow, she's surprised to hear that. Clara generally thinks most people are honest, but she knows that trust issues also run deep among their crew. So she nods in appreciation of his assessment, making note to use her earpiece to go back and read or listen to the responses later.]

Do you feel comfortable telling me the entire story now?

[he hadn't wanted to give details to his answer over the network. but maybe he'll feel comfortable enough now. she gestures over to her bed, so they can sit and talk about it.]

[cheapbastard]

What, my biggest sin?

( was that what he'd agreed to tell her? he doesn't say anything after that, moving to take a seat on her bed. he leans back, arms behind him and sighs. )

Is that what I agreed to talk about? Or was it something else? Can't quite remember. Gettin' old.