find some kind of glow

[corviform]

WHO: GIL and VARIOUS
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: 3/17 ― 3/31
WHAT: A catch-all log for the remainder of the month! If you would like to do something, feel free to PM me either on this account or at kitties so we can work something out.
WARNINGS: tba.

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( starters will be in the comments below! )

Comments

[deadtective]

[she shakes her head sharply, frown laced with a combination of regret and disappointment.]

I can't eat any of it. Medical problems, you know? Or you don't, I guess, since you already bought some really nice looking salmon there.

[corviform]

Oh, that's ―

[ Wait, what?

Gil gives a fervent shake of his head. ]

― what kind of medical problem?

[ Unless she's on some kind of liquid diet, he's baffled. ]

[deadtective]

[she holds up a finger, the gesture meant to be simultaneously accusatory and putting the breaks on this whole line of questioning.]

Hey! Strangers are supposed to say "oh, that sucks", not try and pull someone's entire medical history out of them on a street corner!

[corviform]

[ It intimidates him just enough, the plastic bags in his hand crinkling loudly he waves both hands both and forth, looking over her apologetically now. ]

T-That's not what I'm trying to do!

[deadtective]

That's totally what you're trying to do! What do you want next, my blood pressure and cholesterol levels?

[her hand drops to rest sassily on her hip, but Gil's apparent cowing keeps her from ranting on any further. no need to get so worked up in a public space.]

[corviform]

No!

[ He looks around nervously anyway, hoping none of the merchants have taken notice of their bizarre conversation. ]

I-It didn't make much sense, that's all! Unless you can't digest solid food at the moment...

[deadtective]

We just had terrorists upload their minds into people and bodyjack them, but someone telling you they can't eat certain food is too weird to accept?

[ok, she's just messing with him now for the sake of it. but really, in the grand scheme of everything that's happened in this world, her lie doesn't seem all that strange.]

[corviform]

[ His mouth opens.

Then closes.

Then he opens his mouth once more, trying to retain his composure. ]

You never said it was certain foods...

[deadtective]

You asked if I wanted to buy some fish and I said I couldn't have any of it. It's not my fault you made a bad assumption!

[it kind of is, actually, but Hazel's not going to acknowledge that anytime soon. the more she deflects off herself the better.]

[corviform]

You should be clearer next time!

[ Because he certainly feels like a fool! He takes a deep breath and counts to three in his head. ]

... why would you come all the way to stare at food you can't have?

[deadtective]

I live here in Heropa, it's not really that far.

[this not only doesn't really answer the question, it doesn't even quite make sense. Heropa's not exactly a tiny town, after all...]

[corviform]

I meant to a fish market if you can't eat fish.

[ He can't stop staring at her like she's grown an extra set of thumbs now.

What a weird woman! ]

[deadtective]

Just because I can't eat them doesn't mean I suddenly don't like them anymore. I'm allowed to look at things I can't have!

[she can see that gaze, and it's got her puffing up defensively. christ, who'd have thought it would be this that had people looking at her weirdly.]

[corviform]

[ Her justification for it sounds more akin to a child explaining why they've got their face shoved up against a store's display. Gil cants his head to the left, still eyeing her strangely, but calming down a bit. ]

If you're hungry, you should eat something you can have.

[deadtective]

But that's so boring.

[because it's nothing. what she can have is absolutely nothing. do you want to condemn an innocent stranger to a life of complete and absolute nothing? do you, Gil???]

[corviform]

So you would rather torture yourself?!

[ The bags shake in his hands as he raises them both, floored by this response. ]

If you're hungry, go get something to eat! You'll make yourself sick otherwise!

[deadtective]

[she raises her hands in a mirrored gesture, tone jumping up a few notches.]

Who said I was hungry?! I'm not going to get sick, I know what my body's capable of!

[corviform]

Well, I don't know that! I'm not some kind of mind reader!

[deadtective]

Obviously not, or maybe you'd have asked a normal question by now!

[corviform]

What would even be a "normal" question at this rate?

[ He actually waits for a response; he's partly afraid saying anything more is just going to land him in a deeper hole. ]

[deadtective]

'Why did I think any of these questions were important enough to ask in the first place?' seems like a good start.

[it's too late, Gil. you've already been cemented as a total weirdo in her mind and there's no getting out of that.]

[corviform]

I think anyone would have asked them...

[ They're arguing in circles and it's giving him a headache. He reaches for his temple, pressing his index and middle finger to the skin. ]

... fine. It seems I've bothered you enough. I'll just go.

[deadtective]

You're not going to follow me home and see what I have for dinner, are you?

[something she never had to ask until coming here. what a world.]

[corviform]

[ The question startles him and he ends up choking on the air. Spluttering, he waves a hand back and forth. ]

W-W-Wha ― n-no!

Why wo ― would I do t-that?!

[deadtective]

You seem awfully concerned about all this, I'm not putting anything past you!

[JABBING A FINGER SUSPICIOUSLY IN HIS DIRECTION]