He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
Harvestman is tired. Weariness is strange on a vampire such as himself; physically he looks fit and in good health. That bit of paleness about him could be fixed with some sunlight. The thing about being a vampire is that most people couldn't tell that you were one, not where he was from. It had it's advantages.
The exhaustion comes out in other ways, like how he leans against various immobile objects, or something in the way he looks through people rather than at him. It could be the way he's flipping the piece of paper between his fingers, slow and almost careless. Or it could be that when he does move, in the way he shifts his weight and turns his neck, it doesn't look very human - too fluid, for one, like he's not limited by muscle and bone structure he should be limited by. Animal-like, some call it, but plain old 'inhuman' worked. He usually made an effort to hide it.
Today, he's too tired to bother. "How do ya'll," he starts without really looking at anyone. His Southern accent is a good deal thicker than usual as well. Another indication that he's as tired as hell.
"How do ya'll view responsibility? Just in general, with anything. Assuming it began somewhere, how the hell do you decide it ends? You're done with it, you ain't responsible anymore? There a line, or... it just don't ever end?"
The exhaustion comes out in other ways, like how he leans against various immobile objects, or something in the way he looks through people rather than at him. It could be the way he's flipping the piece of paper between his fingers, slow and almost careless. Or it could be that when he does move, in the way he shifts his weight and turns his neck, it doesn't look very human - too fluid, for one, like he's not limited by muscle and bone structure he should be limited by. Animal-like, some call it, but plain old 'inhuman' worked. He usually made an effort to hide it.
Today, he's too tired to bother. "How do ya'll," he starts without really looking at anyone. His Southern accent is a good deal thicker than usual as well. Another indication that he's as tired as hell.
"How do ya'll view responsibility? Just in general, with anything. Assuming it began somewhere, how the hell do you decide it ends? You're done with it, you ain't responsible anymore? There a line, or... it just don't ever end?"