Post-It: ETD 00:17am [Text]

[maced_eggs]

New Year's Resolutions

-Stop drinking
-Stop ingesting foreign substances
-Stay away from fucking vampires and clowns
-Learn how to take care of a rabbit
-Figure out the fuck I want to do with my life
-See Georgie and Daisy again
-Be nicer to Gwenny
-Bathe more regularly
-Read a book

Comments

[changeitroundsome]

No. Can't exactly threaten them with their lives when they've already lost 'em.

[maced_eggs]

Nah.

Makes me wonder if I'll ever be going back.

[changeitroundsome]

Think we could stay here for the long haul?

[Honestly, despite the lack of power, he would prefer that than going back to New Orleans, where he's less than nothing.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason, too, prefers the Barge to being a reaper. He gives a weak laugh and a shrug]

I dunno. I can tell you one thing, I'm not graduating anytime soon.

[changeitroundsome]

[He chuckles.]

That makes two of us, Mon Ami.

[maced_eggs]

We ought to make a pact, then. Neither one of us graduates before the other.

[changeitroundsome]

I think you're mistaking me for a twelve year old girl.

[maced_eggs]

Wouldn't look half bad in pigtails.

[changeitroundsome]

[That gets a laugh.]

It's a brave man that tries to tame my hair. There's a reason it's under a hat all the time.

[It stops it from DEVOURING things.]

[maced_eggs]

...Mind if I take a look?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier gives a shrug, because hey, it's not an AWFUL SECRET or anything, and takes off his hat.

He has a lot of hair.

A ridiculous amount of hair.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason blinks, and suppresses a giggle]

Conditioner might help with that. Not tellin' you how to style it, but...well, bloody hell, mate.

[changeitroundsome]

[Sorry what.]

What's conditioner? [He'll just, tuck it back in before it eats his communicator or something.] It keeps things interestin' anyway.

[maced_eggs]

S'a hair product. You put it in when you're showering and it makes your hair fluffy an' manageable.

[changeitroundsome]

...So it's like shampoo.

[maced_eggs]

Bit like it, yeah. Only it does more'n clean.

[changeitroundsome]

Huh.

The things you folk think up.

[maced_eggs]

Nuh uh, not me. I'm not clever enough to come up with conditioner. Some girl must've done it.

[changeitroundsome]

Quite possibly.

[maced_eggs]

I'll find you some. You just sit and wait. Be a whole new man.

[changeitroundsome]

Mighty kind of you, Mason.

[maced_eggs]

S'what I do. Service the dead.

[changeitroundsome]

...You have a point. Still, goin' the extra mile would matter to 'em.

[maced_eggs]

S'what Rube was always on me back about. Not giving a proper service to the reaps. Look, jus' because you've got bills to pay an' here they are, wallets in cold dead hands..

...anyway. I'll get you your conditioner. I'll get you whatever you like, an' then I'll get the fuck out of here.

[changeitroundsome]

Ain't nothing; wrong with that. Ain't like the dead are gonna be using it.

Thank you kindly. [At least he's learned to stop asking Mason what he expects in return, that old suspicion he has towards people faded. For him, anyway.]