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Of course, of course...

[Quiet hissing follows. From him or his deranged children -- who can say?]

Yes, I am. Why?

[TJ blinked.]

You, uh, you couldn't have thought we were still running... did you?

[Maybe Yaha was less concerned with the burned out husk where TSO once stood and what, specifically, that meant for its future. It was hard to say where his priorities lay, really.]

Edited 2015-04-08 04:45 (UTC)

Why wouldn't you still run it?

You were murdered in a way that I hope was rather horrifying and traumatizing for you to ensure that karma has been properly spent upon you hurting others. I find that to be a fair trade for having have my beautiful and perfect face ruined by a man that I'm not sure I wish to kill or adore.

But that's neither here nor there. Your sins should be forgiven. Why did you give up running the shop?

Because... because it's gone, man.

[Beautiful and perfect face ruined...? TJ couldn't imagine what that looked like. He almost wished he could ask for a picture of the damage. Then again, the rest of it was all oddly in character for Yaha.

Who knew what kind of BDSM tomfoolery the guy got up to on the weekends.]

It's burned to the ground. You're lookin' at it. Everything I had either got destroyed or looted. Includin' them fine boots of yours.

I thought it was just your apartment that burned down.

Why does all your stock have to be gone?

It was supposed to be something to cheer me up after dying. You are able to return to Amal's arms, and what of me? You've really let me down, TJ.

Heh, yeah... we lived above it. Seemed really handy at the time. Less so when you've got people pissed off and nippin' at your heels.

And, ah, man, I'm sorry--trust me, if I had my way, I'd shower you in all the pointy boots you wanted. But c'mon, pretty guy like you, you won't have any trouble findin' someone.

[Who isn't a pair of boots. And isn't his boyfriend.]

You lost your business and your home. That's rather unfortunate.

I suppose that is what one would call karma, too, hm? You really have suffered a lot. I do hope Amal is taking good care of you, but I know that he is. A strong, handsome man with such kind eyes ... of course, he would know how to ease the worries and concerns of those around him, especially those that he loved.

[ ... ] No, I suppose I won't have trouble finding someone. The trouble is making sure that they stay, and being dead, I've had no time to properly dig the hole in my basement.

[A beat.] I am, of course, just teasing about the means in which I'd keep someone after. [You cage them, of course, because if they are down a hole ... how will you get them to hold you whenever you want?]

Edited 2015-04-08 06:15 (UTC)

Actually, he's been pretty buh... [It took TJ a few moments into the sentence to realize that, for one, Yaha was still talking and, for two, this wasn't a fact he felt inclined to share with the strange, possessive elf.

Especially not once he went through the rest of his... bizarre speech.]

Ha... right, that's a good one. [TJ even managed to laugh semi-convincingly.] You workin' on someone?

He's been pretty ... what?

[ ...? ]

Working on someone?

[Well, shit.]

Uh, I just meant he's been workin' a lot. You know, at the clinic? Doctorin'... n' so forth?

[TJ cleared his throat, hoping that was a good enough segue.]

But anyway, yeah. You seem sorta lovesick, I guess. I mean, just from what I've seen. I was wondering if you had someone you were working on. Y'know, uh... [What was the right word for this?] Woo?

This is a place that doctors can certainly find something to do. But TJ, he lost the place where he lives, too. You're supposed to be his real home. Don't forget that, all right?

[A sigh.]

I am sick on love. It fills my inside with jagged pieces and all I can taste is blood. [Another sigh.] I feel warm and pained all at the same time. Ah, feelings like this are not meant for those of our age, are they? They're meant for those younger who can keep suffering through the pain until they die of it. And yet I wish to choke and die on this feeling.

So, yes, I'm wooing someone.

[It was a little embarrassing, just how relieved TJ was to hear that. Not that he was particularly threatened, but, well... It was a relief, that's all.

Hell, for all Yaha tended to speak in riddles, that was perhaps the most cogent thing he'd ever said. TJ actually found himself laughing, painfully sympathetic.]

Shiiiit, man. N' you got it bad, too, I've been there.

That is how you are with Amal, then?

Uh, heh, I guess? [Not that TJ would use those words, but...] I guess we're a little past the honeymoon phase, though.

Somethin' tells me the honeymoon phase is where you live, full time.

A little past? That's quite sad.

Oh, yes. Is it that obvious?

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