[text, Hellsing lock] Owen is still grumpy.

[fuckoingoboingo]

I'm only going to say this once, so I hope it sinks in:

If you have involved yourself in any questionable activities, or with questionable people, or have made enemies of said questionable people, TELL IANTO JONES OR MYSELF, OWEN HARPER. You might think that if you tell us these things, you'll either be endangering yourself or the organization,

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[alphaophiuchi]

I should think that most people would have the sense to avoid questionable people and/or activities. Clearly I'm wrong.

[fuckoingoboingo]

You haven't been around very long, Draco, so maybe you haven't noticed, but nearly everybody in this bloody city has a bit of trouble discerning who might potentially rip their throats out. That being said, we try not to hire those types into Hellsing.

[alphaophiuchi]

Probably for the best. Though it's really a wonder they don't simply distrust everyone and go with that; bit of a safer option, if you ask me.

[fuckoingoboingo]

It's also the most logical, and let's face it. People are idiots.

[alphaophiuchi]

You've certainly got that right. I'm surprised they're not all dead yet, of their own accidental doing.

[fuckoingoboingo]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I really don't need to deal with more cadavers.

[alphaophiuchi]

I doubt that any of us do. Cadavers are hardly my idea of a good day.

[fuckoingoboingo]

Not much fun for me, either.

[alphaophiuchi]

Really, for very good reason.