[Instead of annoying him, that actually gets a sarcastic laugh out of him. Yeah, that's about what he expected. He shakes his head lazily, and teleports back to check on that tin foil. Yeah, that looks... correct? He hopes. He'll let that be. Instead he grabs peppers and onions from the fridge and sets about chopping them up. Notably, they were the only thing in his fridge other than some old takeout and a LOT of beer.]
You can help out, you know. If you want.
[It's just a suggestion, though, and after a pause he changes the topic entirely.]
A few months back I made friends with a 3000-year-old man that taught me a little about cooking. Didn't learn much from him, but he got a few ideas going. All started when I stole some books from him and tried to get him to pay me to 'look' for them. He saw through it pretty quickly. I've dated two people here, working on a second, had a couple return visits from a handful of others. Nothing solid. It's not how I work. Tried damn hard to get Reaper's attention, but all that old fucker sees is a dumb kid. I've almost burned a few people alive, and Ivar Ragnarsson definitely has some scars to prove our rivalry. I've got a couple myself if you want to see them. I shared memories with Ragnarsson and a few other people, and saw a few of Reaper's. A few months back I turned into a version of myself that wasn't poor. Sort of a body change, I guess. I work as a mechanic here, but I was an information broker and hitman back home. It's a weird shift. On the side I was breeding emotion-altering fireflies for a while, that project's dying off. Literally. And if I end up with Halloween candy you can have it, but more likely I'll see what I can stock up on during November 1st.
[After that wall of information he finally glances at her.]
no subject
You can help out, you know. If you want.
[It's just a suggestion, though, and after a pause he changes the topic entirely.]
A few months back I made friends with a 3000-year-old man that taught me a little about cooking. Didn't learn much from him, but he got a few ideas going. All started when I stole some books from him and tried to get him to pay me to 'look' for them. He saw through it pretty quickly. I've dated two people here, working on a second, had a couple return visits from a handful of others. Nothing solid. It's not how I work. Tried damn hard to get Reaper's attention, but all that old fucker sees is a dumb kid. I've almost burned a few people alive, and Ivar Ragnarsson definitely has some scars to prove our rivalry. I've got a couple myself if you want to see them. I shared memories with Ragnarsson and a few other people, and saw a few of Reaper's. A few months back I turned into a version of myself that wasn't poor. Sort of a body change, I guess. I work as a mechanic here, but I was an information broker and hitman back home. It's a weird shift. On the side I was breeding emotion-altering fireflies for a while, that project's dying off. Literally. And if I end up with Halloween candy you can have it, but more likely I'll see what I can stock up on during November 1st.
[After that wall of information he finally glances at her.]
So, how many points did I rack up?