chosehumanity | 71 Serendipity Street, Saturday

He'd promised Kate and Jack Saturday. So Saturday it was. Mitchell wasn't sure he was up for it being Saturday so soon.

He pottered around the house, poking through the snacks in the cabinet. Turning on the television. Turning on the radio. None of it really kept his attention for very long, and so he wound up drifting through the house more than anything. If he were inclined to make jokes right now, he'd have said he was being a bit like a ghost.

Eventually, Mitchell just crashed down on the sofa. There would be distractions soon enough, and trying to find any more seemed about as pointless as anything else.

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Bo pulled her phone from her pocket and punched up a motion-blurred shot of the buffet table, with a pink horseface shoved halfway into a cream pie. "Only from a distance. My weird-shit meter has limits; I decided talking to the pony could wait for a day when I hadn't just found out one of the new students has video of me killing someone."

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Mitchell actually managed a vaguely perturbed little smile at the picture, but the last part had him jerking his head up. "...What?"

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"Right before I got to Fandom; I take the guy out because he roofies her, and she puts it on YouTube." Some of that was just pause for dramatic effect, sure -- it got his attention, which beat the staring-at-the-wall she kind of feared she'd find when she got here. There was a bit of leftover freakout in there too, though. "It's not there anymore, but jesus. Just in case anybody wondered why I thought leaving town might be a bright idea..."

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"Jesus christ, kids these days," Mitchell said, incredulously. Attention: gotten. "Did you talk to her?"

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"After she tried to pick my pocket." Bo couldn't keep a straight face for more than a few seconds after that line, because seriously. Seriously. In these pants?

Edited Date: 2011-07-04 04:23 pm (UTC)

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Sure as sure could be, Mitchell's eyes travelled down to Bo's pants the moment she said so. "Wow," he said, "This is one brave little toaster, isn't she?"

It was, as it turned out, terribly hard to mope with Bo around.

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"Brave, crazy. I'm thinking some from column A, some from column B with a side order of crab rangoon. Now that she knows I didn't follow her here to make sure she sleeps with the fishes, she thinks it's--" Fingerquotes. "AWESOME!" Bo couldn't quite pull off the amount of probably-not-drug-fueled-maybe enthusiasm that was Kenzi, but it was enough to give the flavour. "And I'm some kind of magic Amazon."

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Mitchell's mouth twitched up on one end. "Well, in my experience, you're fairly Amazonian," he said. "'Magic' is a bit subjective."

Vaguely dirty jokes. Look at him now.

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"For your safety and well-being, I choose to take that as a compliment." Mostly because she was incapable of conceiving of someone having a complaint. (Besides "bitch, you killed me" which was a valid one, but she'd only ever heard it in her head, not out loud.)

She could totally help with the lack of moping, though, by asking, "So. How are things in Bristol?" Though at least she wasn't stupid enough to end that question with you.

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Mitchell expelled one of those breaths he didn't actually need to take, and glanced aside. She was the first person to ask that today without some kind of recrimination or awkward silence or something going on-- he found he was grateful. "We're... we've put the house up for sale," he said. "It was Annie's, so none of us feel right living there."

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Yeeeeah, Bo had felt the same way about Gerry's house, after she'd found him dead. Part of moving on was just logistics, avoiding attention, but she'd left long before she absolutely had to.

"Where are you going? Do you know?" Which didn't necessarily beg the question, "...Are you leaving here, too?" yet she found herself asking it anyway.

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"I'm not going anywhere," Mitchell said. Part of him was... actually glad she'd asked.

She was the first to express... any kind of worry at the thought of him leaving. "George and Nina are looking for a place in Wales. I'm... moving back here, for now. I know a lot of people think of it as 'creepy', but... people rarely, if ever, die here."

He walked past her into the kitchen. "I could use that. For a bit."

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"How is that creepy?" Bo leaned in the doorframe rather than finding a seat yet. "I can buy weird, when compared to my life so far -- and probably yours -- but it's hard to see that as a bad thing."

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Mitchell sighed, pulling something beer-like out of the fridge. He had no idea how long it'd been there. "Because once you reach a certain level of jaded, it becomes impossible to picture life without death," he said, reaching into a drawer to get the bottle opener. "People see so much loss around them, they don't trust it when it doesn't happen."

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Bo pointed at him. "Now that's creepy. Also sensemaking, which is ...creepy."

Edited Date: 2011-07-04 08:14 pm (UTC)

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"Heh." Mitchell smiled at himself, though it wasn't particularly joyous. He opened up the bottle. "I'm over a hundred years old," he said. "I'm bound to make sense sometime. Do you want a drink?"

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"Why not." Her relative booze-avoidance was all about not dumbing herself up enough to take home an innocent, which was a more shades of ha! in this situation than Bo could count. "Unless that's over a hundred years old too. I don't think beer ages as well as wine or vampires."

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He reached into the fridge to get another bottle. "Oh, no, this vintage wasn't born more than a few weeks ago," he said. "Picked it up before I came here."

He took the cap off and offered her the bottle.

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"As in--" Bo took a swig. "English beer. Right." Shut up; you could take the the girl out of the midwest, but it was hard to take the Budweiser out of the girl.