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[siesinddasessen]

I need a new place. Someplace not visited by those outside of the network, but large on the inside (at the moment, two stories high will do, but higher is is preferred) and also with a large exit, though if that is to the side, up or down doesn't matter. Otherwise it should be generally fit for a person to live there; heat and running water and such things, in some shape or form. No stables.

Secondly, any recommendations for easily digestible food that has no spices to it?

[This is basically the reason for which she has been "nice", at least occasionally. To qualify for help, should shit go down. Asking for it still is putting a part of herself in other people's hands, and she hates it, so she'll be on edge here and probably her usual jerk self despite asking for something... You are warned.]

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[siesinddasessen]

But you still have something.

[Obviously.]

[espigeonage]

I have a replacement.

[He rakes his hand through his not-hair.]

You're going to insist on having a look, aren't you.

[siesinddasessen]

Titans seem to have normal teeth, so it's not like it can give me anything.

[Just that there are no rules without exceptions, but she doesn't know that.]

[espigeonage]

[He folds his arms over his chest.]

I don't like showing people. They get the wrong idea.

[Only two people know, but one of those put them together with his hollow bones.]

[siesinddasessen]

What, they think you're regressing to a baby?

[Getting up and slowly coming over.]

[espigeonage]

A beaver, actually! Comes of eating wood.

[he's not usually one to make vulgar jokes. Or avoid something for this long. Now Julien moves away from the wall, giving Blaine a wide berth, but rather than leaving goes to sit on the bed, drawing one knee up against his chest. The bed doesn't dimple as much as it should. He's very light.]

Grab me and I will read you all of the densest poetry I own. Over the Network.

[siesinddasessen]

[She's not gonna touch him.

Only come close and lean down until her face is on height with his. All the while with a grin on her lips that is... not particularly pleasant, really, and clearly asks for something.]

[espigeonage]

[He heaves the deepest sigh and rolls his eyes. Then Julien puts a finger to either side of his mouth and tugs downward, showing the gumline of his lower jaw.

The gumline itself is still uneven, but the peaks that went between teeth are kind of fading down. Instead of teeth he has a pale, keratinous structure. At the gumline it's solid, above that grooves appear and deepen, and at the edges the grooves go all the way through, like tooth-shapes have been carved from a solid mass. It also appears that the incisor-areas were longer or come to a point and are being filed down, there are lots of little scratches.]

[Julien's able to speak normally without the use of his tongue or lips.]

Happy now?

[siesinddasessen]

No happier than before.

[She laughs and lets herself fall down on the bed next to him after a thorough look at those.]

You're getting weirder and weirder.

[espigeonage]

[She didn't use the b-word. Julien relaxes a little and, when Blaine goes and plumps down, bobs his head as if he's bounced.]

And they're growing. Really slowly. So, instead of flossing now I play with nail files. [the grooves aren't growing with them, though - some months from now those structures are going to be solid, not tooth-shaped in the least.] I bet my monster's weirder than yours.

[siesinddasessen]

Maybe.

[She puts one hand up , making an outside flapping motion with her hand.] Probably deadlier than yours, though. More likely to devour yours than the other way around.

[espigeonage]

[Julien takes off his glasses and studies the lenses.]

Oh, I don't doubt that. Mine's about as civilized as me. Maybe. He's not totally appalled by MREs, I don't know if that's a point in his favor or not.

[siesinddasessen]

No high expectations in his food speak of a practical mind. Maybe he didn't even overdo the spices in his food.

[She doesn't really care about the level of civilized that former her was, but she'd really like for that person to not have eaten the former versions of people present in Locke.]

[espigeonage]

[He snorts.] He poured on the salt, that's all. Bland as rhyming blue and you. [pigeons have few tastebuds.] Now I know why there was no Tabasco sauce, though.

The coffee, now, he took that strong enough I'm surprised the cups never dissolved.

[siesinddasessen]

....

You seriously echoed his preferences in food as memories, or are you just fucking with me now?

[espigeonage]

[He raises his eyebrows, inner eyelids blinking.]

No, no, this was way back in December, when I got shot. I have never stopped preferring real food.

[siesinddasessen]

...I'll be paying rent until the end of this month, all my things will be out of the room before then. Will you find a new tenant, or should I try?

[espigeonage]

All right... Well, I want a new tenant, and I want them from the Numbers Club. I'll ask about it in a few days, I guess, but if you know anyone who's looking, it'd be appreciated.

[He slides both feet to the floor, gets up, and stretches languidly.]

If I burst out in claws and wings I'll have to go, and I'd rather the apartment went to someone, instead of sitting empty. [It's a sad image for him, so he moves on. Petty things are important, sometimes.] I'll need someone here to send me my stuff!

[siesinddasessen]

I know of nobody, but I'll keep an eye out.

[She doesn't get up to see him out, nor does she anything else, really. Maybe she'll nap for a bit.]

[espigeonage]

Thanks. Let me know when you're about to go, all right?

[siesinddasessen]

I will.

[Expect her to be out of the apartment by the 23rd or a bit later]