Post-It: ETD 00:02am

[maced_eggs]

[Sitting in someone else's cabin wearing someone else's stolen leather pants is Mason, playing with a stolen mess hall fork. Either he can't remember where he lives or he just straight up has difficulty caring]

So wait.



I'm a pris'ner.


But I don't have to work.

And I get free food and my own bed.

And no one's fuckin' yelling at me to pay rent. An' I'm basically on a cruise line with a spa and a pool and pretty girls.


Honestly, I'm struggling to find a downside. Isreally hard.

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[routemistress]

Dirty job, but someone's got to do it.

[He really is adorable. And venial shallowness aside, it clearly does bother him; it would bother anyone with a vestige of empathy. Iris pulls him closer.]

Well you're stuck 'ere for the foreseeable, my darling. So they can just find some other mug, can't they?

[maced_eggs]

[It is nice, sitting in someone else's arms. Mason does not usually get much comfort these days due to the smell and the petty larceny and the taking advantage of other people's generosity, but here he's new enough where he can enjoy it, letting Iris direct him every which way like a rudderless toy boat]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm replaceable. All reapers are, all they do is just transfer you around or get some new, recently dead one to do it.

I've been doin' it forty fuckin' years. I don't want to do it no more.