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[agnitio]

WHO: Pavia and Lucy/Kaede.
WHAT:
WHERE: Brimstone, Apartment 11.
WHEN: Shortly afrer this thread.
WARNINGS: Suicidal ideation, body horror, (possibly) child abuse

[ Pavia isn't good at talking to people. He is naturally contrarian to the point of absurdity. He can talk over people and fixate on certain points of "interest" that he ignores how other people are feeling. However, he also refuses to acknowledge these points about himself.

How can he be bad at talking when he talks so much? How can be he contradictory when every answer a person can choose to give him is what's wrong?

In any case, it seems like there is a lot of worrying going on. Oni Girlie is a person he spoke to first and decided is "all right." She does some pretty fucking stupid things, but he isn't allowed to call her an "idiot" anymore. So it seems like he just will have to deal with saying that she's stupid to her face.

It's why he invited her over to his apartment.

Worrying about being alive or not - what's the point in that? There are fools everywhere in the world that will call you a monster or wish you dead - why make life easy for them by dying? Why make life easy for them by making yourself small for them? Become a wolf and devour them all. A restful sleep awaits after.

He pauses before he starts to laugh. His pep talk sounds good in his head. It sounds so good that he keeps on laughing. The wolves in his shadow briefly let out a short, triumphant howl to indicate their encouragement, their agreement. Pavia laughs harder and walks over to pat the wall. ]

Good boys. Good girls. You're doing good. Rest now... you like my words? You get to hear them again! [ And more laughter follows until he hears a knock at the door. ]

Comments

[agnitio]

Oh, can you order gelato?

[ He bops over to look at what she might be ordering. His head tilting as he asks for more sweets, because, well, he still doesn't quite understand what's up. ]

[saudadist]

I'm not ordering gelato. I'm ordering something to eat that's more savory than sweet.

[ She wants her teeth to stay firmly and healthily placed in her head thanks. ]

[agnitio]

Pizza?

[ Another suggestion. ]

Not one with pineapples, though. I was almost given that once... I asked for a sweet pizza and they gave me that horror! [ And Pavia starts mumbling to himself in Italian. They're mostly all curses. ]

[saudadist]

Pizza works.

[ He needn't worry about pineapple on it, at least. She has no intention of ordering that kind of flavor mix. ]

I'm just going to get salami on it. Pepperoni is too greasy.

[agnitio]

Mm, that's all right.

[ He's peering over her shoulder, like that helps with ordering pizza. ]

Pepperoni is classic. But I'll accept this since I apparently don't have "real food" in my house. [ Pavia actually does air quotes over the two words. ]

[saudadist]

Get your grease-zza with your own money.

[ She's laughing under her breath as she says it. As if she's not ordering it in his house?? ]

But if you want it that bad, maybe I'll get a second one with pepperoni.

[agnitio]

It's being saved for gelato!

[ He waves his arms in a circle, obviously irritated. There is very soft howling that comes from his shadow but it stops after a second. ]

Yes, get me a second one!

[saudadist]

[ There's the slightest puffing of her cheeks as her joke goes unnoticed. It's entirely her own fault, however. It's not as though she's a comedic genius. ]

I'm getting it, I'm getting it. Relax. [ She pauses to place the order and she sits back in the chair after hearing a little chime. ] There. Satisfied?

[agnitio]

Yeah.

[ Pavia pauses before he bends forward, leaning in to look at her face. ]

Well, then? Things like this - make you want to keep living, yeah? You can't have arguments or pizza. You can't argue 'bout good food. [ He jerks his thumb towards his cabinets where all his good food is. ] So, hope this makes you want to stick around more.

[saudadist]

[ On reflex, she backs up a bit. Then she pouts again. ]

Not how I'd make a point but...point taken. You win.

[agnitio]

I win!

[ He claps his hands together. ]

Then, I want two pepperoni pizzas!

[saudadist]

[ Had he said that just a few seconds before, she might've entertained the idea, however... ]

Well you're getting one. That's all I'm ordering for you for now.

[agnitio]

[ Pavia turns his head to click his tongue. ]

Fine, fine.

[ He shuffles closer to the wall and kneels down to pet his shadow. ]

Anyway! You have other things you want to say while we wait for food, don't you? I said plenty and so, let's hear what nonsense you have in your head, Oni girlie.

[saudadist]

Like what? You just expect me to start rambling until something substantial comes out?

[agnitio]

Yup.

[ He quips back. Multiple white eyes start to manifest in the shadow before evaporating into smoke. Pavia again turns his head and clicks his tongue. ]

[saudadist]

[ You know what, that's on her. She really should've expected it after seeing so much of his personality in the flesh. ]

...yeah, that's not happening.

[agnitio]

Well, that's too bad.

[ Sitting back, he rests on his hands and looks up at her. His shoulders give a little shrug to indicate that there isn't much in his apartment. ]

I don't want to sit around in fuckin' silence so I'm going to talk about what I had my last birthday. [ Pavia sits up. ] I had a three-tier cake. [ He makes a gesture of it with his hands. ] I ate it all by myself, as well.

Well, not true! My friends had some. [ He gestures to his shadow. ] We sat out in the night, let the dark wash over us until we couldn't see anything, and ate until it was all gone. [ Opening up his hands, he indicates it's indeed gone. ]

It was a good day.

[saudadist]

You ate a whole cake...with a bunch of wolves to help.

[ She's still at a loss for how he keeps his figure if those are the kind of eating habits he fosters. ]

Sounds like something you'd see in a cartoon.

[agnitio]

Right.

[ He bobs his head down to indicate that is indeed what happened. ]

Maybe. [ Pavia cocks his head. ] I wouldn't know. I don't watch cartoons. [ His shoulders give a little shrug. And since he just feels like talking to talk, he moves on with wherever his mouth takes him: ]

Hey, girlie, how long do you sleep for? Are you one of those weirdos that sleep for eight hours or more?

[saudadist]

[ It's funny he doesn't watch cartoons considering he's the closest thing to a Looney Tune she's probably seen here. So far. Not that she watched cartoons much either herself. ]

I sleep for however long I want. Sometimes it's four, sometimes six, sometimes ten hours. [ But that raises a better question. ] "Weirdos"...?

[agnitio]

Ugh, that's a coma.

[ He shakes his head, looking troubled by how much she actually sleeps. At least Vertin generally slept for eight hours which he also felt was weird to watch. ]

Weirdos. [ Pavia decides to get up off the floor to sit down in a chair, again. ] I only sleep for a short while at night. Maybe an hour? But usually, I am just up. Up through the night, up through the day.

All that sleep, I can't imagine the joys of going into such a slumber.

[saudadist]

[ Only an hour? Just as he can't imagine a longer sleep, she can't imagine how sleeping for a single hour would be nice. If anything, she'd probably just wake up more miserable. ]

It makes time go by faster. You don't have to wait as long for something if you sleep through the hours.

[agnitio]

[ Huh? ]

What am I waiting for?

[saudadist]

[ Pavia... ]

It's just an example.

[ Will her hair turn completely gray after talking to him for an extended time? It remains to be seen! ]

[agnitio]

All right.

[ Pavia draws the word out, not quite understanding what she means. ]

Not an example I understand - I suppose you could mean waiting for gelato stores to open. But the night feels like home and so that is all there is to it.

[ He puffs out his cheek for a second. It's because he wants to add in "idiot" but he already said he wouldn't. So he looks away and huffs. ]