[Harlan ticks up an eyebrow. That wasn't the answer he was expecting. The one he was hoping for, yeah, but not expecting. He knows better than to question it. Instead, he slides Michael's mirror under the couch cushion he's sitting on and then settles into a more comfortable position. No more mirrors tonight.]
You said you work in a morgue or something, right? That's gotta come with some wild stories. And I've got a shitload of stupid adventuring stories.
[A distraction, perhaps? Shoot the shit with him, Michael.]
Like, this one time--we had to go to this shitty convention, right? Me and Tucker, this other guy I work with, entered this fucking, like, magic contest? It was so stupid, dude.
[He's laughing, remembering this dumb technicolor werewolf shitshow. He goes on to regale Michael with this and many more hilarious adventuring tales, like that time he slam dunked a demon book into his Bag of Devouring and that time he turned Reggie into a cat balloon. He'll leave space for Michael to chime in with goofy stories too, if he wants, but he has no problem carrying this conversation if Michael would rather just listen.]
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You said you work in a morgue or something, right? That's gotta come with some wild stories. And I've got a shitload of stupid adventuring stories.
[A distraction, perhaps? Shoot the shit with him, Michael.]
Like, this one time--we had to go to this shitty convention, right? Me and Tucker, this other guy I work with, entered this fucking, like, magic contest? It was so stupid, dude.
[He's laughing, remembering this dumb technicolor werewolf shitshow. He goes on to regale Michael with this and many more hilarious adventuring tales, like that time he slam dunked a demon book into his Bag of Devouring and that time he turned Reggie into a cat balloon. He'll leave space for Michael to chime in with goofy stories too, if he wants, but he has no problem carrying this conversation if Michael would rather just listen.]