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[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]

[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.]

[maced_eggs]

That's what I thought! All reapers take from the dead, there's no harm in it.

[Mason grins, giving a little salute]

[changeitroundsome]

'Course not. Leats it puts...well, whatever you need on the table. Not food, obviously.

...Going to go with alcohol.

[maced_eggs]

I eat.

Jus' because I'm undead doesn't mean I don't eat.

[changeitroundsome]

And your body...digests it all?

[Interesting.]

[maced_eggs]

Ev'ry bit of it. Works mostly the same, 'cept for the healing and reaping, of course.

[changeitroundsome]

Huh, how about that. Learn somethin' new every day.

[maced_eggs]

Also we can't get hangovers.

[changeitroundsome]

...Really?

Lucky bastard.

[maced_eggs]

Comes in handy, yeah. S'pecially when reapers go out to drink, you don't want to be around them.

[changeitroundsome]

No. I imagine bein' around constant death makes ya'll miserable drunks.