[It does suit him, glib and iconic, a one stop shop moniker. Like Madonna.
Any tension wafting off the discussion goes wholly unnoticed. As far as she knows, there's no reason to get testy and therefore she's crossed no lines.
Besides, he's teed up another ball before she can question anything.]
Paid? You'd give money to me?
[It's not often Syo gets gobsmacked. Well and truly shocked. Forgive her, she bursts out laughing, high and riotous with tears at the brim of her eyes.]
Oh man, who woulda ever thunk?! Putting the boy-crazed serial killer on the payroll! That's what's kept everyone from paying me back home!
[She cared much less about the position than Gloomy did, but Syo's whole existence was reason one to ninety-nine of why the Future Foundation stuck them with a crummy intern gig. Didn't matter how useful she made herself, did it? Some records don't get expunged so easily.]
And now, in the hollow echoes of this sorry afterlife, my services have suddenly become valuable? My my my, what a charitable soul you are! Perhaps I'll accept this gracious offer. [Syo flashes him a grin, pearly whites on full display.] Unless the work fucking sucks. Ring me up when you've got it figured out, Silky.
[Sorry. Her nicknames are numerous, but rarely clever.
Syo spins on her heel, starting off in the direction that nasty Horseman went. Maybe he left some bodies behind. It'd be good to keep track of who all got the axe. No one she's got an eye on, she hopes.]
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Any tension wafting off the discussion goes wholly unnoticed. As far as she knows, there's no reason to get testy and therefore she's crossed no lines.
Besides, he's teed up another ball before she can question anything.]
Paid? You'd give money to me?
[It's not often Syo gets gobsmacked. Well and truly shocked. Forgive her, she bursts out laughing, high and riotous with tears at the brim of her eyes.]
Oh man, who woulda ever thunk?! Putting the boy-crazed serial killer on the payroll! That's what's kept everyone from paying me back home!
[She cared much less about the position than Gloomy did, but Syo's whole existence was reason one to ninety-nine of why the Future Foundation stuck them with a crummy intern gig. Didn't matter how useful she made herself, did it? Some records don't get expunged so easily.]
And now, in the hollow echoes of this sorry afterlife, my services have suddenly become valuable? My my my, what a charitable soul you are! Perhaps I'll accept this gracious offer. [Syo flashes him a grin, pearly whites on full display.] Unless the work fucking sucks. Ring me up when you've got it figured out, Silky.
[Sorry. Her nicknames are numerous, but rarely clever.
Syo spins on her heel, starting off in the direction that nasty Horseman went. Maybe he left some bodies behind. It'd be good to keep track of who all got the axe. No one she's got an eye on, she hopes.]
Until then, my good man! Until then! Sayonara!