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hadriel_logs2016-03-05 05:50 pm
murderpotato) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-03-05 05:50 pm
No good deed goes unpunished
Who: Monster Mash (murderpotato ) and Actual Hyperion Fuckboy Rhys (hybridification)
What: Gren repays Rhys for previous kindness and immediately regrets it
Where: The Telltale Swag Pad
When: March 2nd-ish
Warnings: Contains Gren's foul mouth.
So, once upon a time, there was a dumb kid named Rhys who helped out an asshole monster who had a big hole torn in his side. If this was a fairytale or something, the kid would've gotten something out of the deal, because that's how stories work. Because this is real life and not a story, all he got was a pissy roommate, trails of blood in the house, and a shitty story about that one time that Gren pissed off the wrong sheriff. So, pretty much a wash on that one.
Except Gren really isn't a fan of being in somebody's debt or whatever, there are rules about that kind of thing, those really old and stupid rules that shouldn't matter but kind of do. Debts have to get paid back. It's a rule and he didn't write it and he doesn't like it, but he's still going to fucking follow it. Since Rhys doesn't get himself injured too often-- a fucking good thing, the kid should stay away from any and all fights-- Gren has to figure out a different way to do it.
It comes in the form of a small pile of that electronic shit that he likes, stacked up outside his bedroom door. Because actually giving it to him like a normal person is expecting a little much of Gren, okay.
He's not going to acknowledge it or draw attention to it, it's just there and Rhys can take it and that'll be the end of it, and Gren can just stand here and try to figure out how to work the fucking coffee pot like he does every goddamn morning. (And fails.)
murderpotato ) and Actual Hyperion Fuckboy Rhys (hybridification)What: Gren repays Rhys for previous kindness and immediately regrets it
Where: The Telltale Swag Pad
When: March 2nd-ish
Warnings: Contains Gren's foul mouth.
So, once upon a time, there was a dumb kid named Rhys who helped out an asshole monster who had a big hole torn in his side. If this was a fairytale or something, the kid would've gotten something out of the deal, because that's how stories work. Because this is real life and not a story, all he got was a pissy roommate, trails of blood in the house, and a shitty story about that one time that Gren pissed off the wrong sheriff. So, pretty much a wash on that one.
Except Gren really isn't a fan of being in somebody's debt or whatever, there are rules about that kind of thing, those really old and stupid rules that shouldn't matter but kind of do. Debts have to get paid back. It's a rule and he didn't write it and he doesn't like it, but he's still going to fucking follow it. Since Rhys doesn't get himself injured too often-- a fucking good thing, the kid should stay away from any and all fights-- Gren has to figure out a different way to do it.
It comes in the form of a small pile of that electronic shit that he likes, stacked up outside his bedroom door. Because actually giving it to him like a normal person is expecting a little much of Gren, okay.
He's not going to acknowledge it or draw attention to it, it's just there and Rhys can take it and that'll be the end of it, and Gren can just stand here and try to figure out how to work the fucking coffee pot like he does every goddamn morning. (And fails.)
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He notes the bottle and blinks, his ECHO-eye glowing temporarily as he scans it quickly, before pursing his lips in a disapproving frown. He'd thought for a moment that maybe the bottle was just decorative and Gren was storing.... some other type of brown liquid that one uses to flavor coffee inside of it, but no, 80 proof, 40% alcohol by volume, approximately 700ml, whiskey for chumps, I mean seriously why not just drink cough syrup if you're gonna stoop that low-
Rhys blinks and refocuses, leaning over to turn off the coffee machine.
"I'd say it's not five yet, but I don't even think it's noon yet."
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On the other hand, Gren is the salty winter adult who's going to pour a generous portion of whiskey into his mug of black coffee and take a big swig of it. Tastes like alcoholism and terrible coping mechanisms.
"It's fuckin' five o'clock somewhere."
Yeah, Gren, but here it's like ten in the morning. This is not socially acceptable, and he gives exactly zero fucks about it.
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"Just-"
Nope, he's saying something.
"-just take it easy, okay? Your liver can only go so far."
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Which... doesn't mean that it's okay, but it's still functioning, so that's something. His liver is a champion and he regenerates like a motherfucker, so what's a little alcohol going to do to him? He's pickled himself practically on a daily basis for a long damn time now, and he hasn't shown any signs of slowing down yet.
"If something's gonna kill me, kid, it ain't gonna be the whiskey in my fuckin' coffee."
It'll probably be because he opened his mouth and said something really stupid to the wrong person, but that's neither here nor there.
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Rhys shrugs though, because he's never really been good at being the adult in the situation, and ultimately decides to let it go.
Plus, there's the fact that he's currently hallucinating Jack off in the corner of the room, doing god only knows what, and he really should be going away soon, but Rhys is trying not to ask about why he's here in the first place. The last thing he needs is Gren thinking he's even more crazy.
"Well, whatever. Thanks for the, uh, toasters. And the helping me not-die thing. That's pretty awesome."
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"Yeah, well, I need you around to make the fuckin' coffee machine work."
And Rhys is like, his friend or something. Even monsters have those, or maybe it's just that Gren's been acting like a human for long enough that some humanity's sort of rubbed off on him. Maybe he's tired of being alone all the time, even if being around people gives him a headache. It's complicated, and Gren doesn't even really have his own shit sorted out.
"Can't you fuckin' fix it and make it work better? Do your programming shit or whatever."
That's not how programming works, but Gren honestly doesn't know any better.
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Rhys counters, but he steps closer to the coffee machine anyway, ducking his head down to scan it. Like most of the other things in this place, it's alien made, alien operated, with quite a few question marks ringing up on his analysis.
He weighs the back-and-forth of opening it up to see what's inside, but Rhys ultimately doesn't think that he could make the process any easier, even if he does. Unless he wanted to gamble on Rhys' skill (ill advised), Gren will just have to somehow learn how to operate the thing.
He frowns.
"Maybe if we can find another one I can mess around with it, but I don't want to screw this one up if I cut an important wire or something. I also haven't interned in a few years, so 'coffee monkey' is a little under my pay grade.
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And, once again, Gren is annoyed that Rhys is being sensible about things. It's probably a good idea to not mess with the only coffee maker that they have, since one mistake could deprive them of coffee indefinitely. And no one wants to see Gren go through caffeine withdrawal, it would not end well.
So, next item to keep an eye out for: spare coffee maker.
He scoffs a little, though, at Rhys complaining about pay grades and status bullshit like that's even a thing that matters.
"I make sure shit doesn't eat your face, and you make fuckin' coffee. I'm not seein' how this is a bad deal."
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"No, no- ! It's a great deal. Totally great. Just fine. I'm not complaining."
He nods emphatically, moving back to the counter and the jumble of machinery on the edge of it, from where he'd slapped it down a few minutes ago.
"And, you know- I appreciate the other stuff too. We're cool."
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"...Yeah, we're good, Rhys."
He leans against one of the counters with his coffee and nurses it a little. He's old and needs time in the morning to be capable of functioning, okay, and he's still getting used to the fact that he can have real coffee to drink instead of the cheap instant powdered shit that tastes like ass.
"And you're good, right?" He should check and be sure that Rhys isn't going to track trouble into the house like mud. "There ain't anything tryin' to eat your fuckin' face off or something lately?"
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The question makes him falter for a moment, because- Gren cares? Like, beside the typical friend obligation crap, he seems like it genuinely matters, and Rhys rubs a hand at the back of his neck with a shrug.
"The usual. People from back home, strange alliances, trying to keep my head down."
His gaze slides to the right, where Jack is making a comment on exactly what he thinks of the state of Rhys' head. Of course, there is that.
"I'll let you know if I need anything, though. And- uh. Thanks."
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Gren pauses in drinking his whiskey coffee and follows Rhys' gaze when it slides away, but there's... nothing there. Just empty space.
Okay, the kid's a little weird. Possibly, like, weird in the head.
"...Yeah, just try not to get in over your head or anything."
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Rhys offers Gren a little salute and then wrinkles his nose at the empty space near him, before backing off from the kitchen, scooping up the remnants of his toaster along with him as he heads back to his room. He probably won't stay there for long, but now he's got some new things to take apart and look at, so he has the option of staying busy for quite some time.
Nice of Gren, really. Rhys isn't quite used to anyone other than Vaughn being nice to him, but it's- you know, pretty cool.