26th Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[Today Theo can be seen arguing with the drone of Marisa out on the street! H-He may be drunk, SURPRISE. She looks a bit frightened, and he's sort of following after her as she tries to skitter away, ranting.]

Come ON! Not you too!? Margot, then Shina, then Tlachtga and now this?! Christ Al-fucking-mighty!

M-Mr. Crawford, I really don't have any--

Stop calling me that! What the hell is this town doing?!

I'm sorry, sir, but I really need to get to get home!

[And off she trots. Theo is left standing there, looking confused and crushed, which melts away quickly to anger. He turns to head home after a few moments. His two crow familiars join him then, and chatter support at him. To most others, they just make crow noises, but he can obviously understand them. Or maybe he IS just really drunk.]

Maybe, I don't know.

...

No, she's droned too. ...For awhile now.

...

What?! No, he isn't... I don't think he is. Not that it goddamn matters!

...

Because! He doesn't... talk to me anymore, remember?

...

Are you crazy?! What do you know, stupid bird...


[It goes on like this for awhile as he walks through town. But, it results in Theo ending up at Ken's house on Partridge Drive. Feel free to stop him during any of this, or answer the door when he knocks. Loudy.]

Comments

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

[he's too oblivious to read looks.]

So not into that type? What's your thing, then?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't... what does it matter?!

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Of course it matters!

Gotta have something to do in this place. Or someone.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well.... [H-he really has no idea how to answer this.]

I suppose I don't have a type.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Sure ya do. Everyone's got a type.

And y'know? I'll help you find out what your's is.

[It's something to do, anyway.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

...that's not necessary.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Now don't be like that.

A bevy of beauties like Mayfield is a rare thing. If you don't make the most of it, you'll regret it forever.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He still looks so unamused.]

...I highly doubt any of them would be interested in me.

[hound-of-war.livejournal.com]

Ya never know until ya try.

If you just give up like that, ya've already lost.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

... most of the women in this town are idiots. The ones I knew worth talking to are droned now anyway.