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[moralviking]

[For once, Quincey isn't so smiley. I mean it's not like listening to child wailing at night is giving him flashbacks of when he found the girl he loved (who was already dead, mind you) drinking the blood of a child in the dead of night and then oh yeah he watched his best friend/her fiance stake her through the heart while she screamed

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[idkmybfftony]

[oh hay face buddy have an overly exhausted, spent hero]

I don't think there's really a kid, Quince.

[moralviking]

But I can hear it! ...I can't be goin' mad. I don't think dead men can go mad.

[idkmybfftony]

No, but living ones can.

[rather sardonically.]

Everyone else hears it too. That's the problem.

[moralviking]

Suppose yer right. I can feel my heart beatin' and I sure don't have any cravins' fer blood, so I must be among the livin'.

I'm still lookin' tanight. I'd rather do somethin' than quake in my boots and listen to that wailing.

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[mother_land]

[Watching you like a creeper because she's still learning how to talk to people.]

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[moralviking]

[QUINCEY: POLITE AS ALWAYS. ESPECIALLY TO FEMALES.]

Can I help ya, miss?

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[mother_land]

[ahhh words what are they.]

No, sorry.. I was... listening to you.

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[moralviking]

'Fraid I don't have much pleasant ta say at the moment.