[He nudges the carton with his foot. The shards of pyrite are covered in shell and yolk, but they're pretty-well shattered. There's no putting that back together, not even with eggy glue.]
Looks to me as though he shattered his own gem somehow, probably in one of his own drunken stumbles.
[He has to admit, for a very brief moment he'd wondered if she'd taken his advice to be discreet and decisive a bit too seriously. He isn't sure whether, if that were the case, he'd be disturbed or impressed.
Probably both.
Either way he doesn't mention it. It's clear from her reaction that this was not her doing.]
[She sighs a little-- glad that Roland didn't straight up murder Rick. It was kind of surreal in a way though, how she'd only just talked about exacting revenge on the guy and suddenly he's dead.]
[Wait a minute.]
You thought I had something to do with this, didn't you?
He kneels down on his haunches, holding the phone between his head and his shoulder while he begins to pick through the eggy mess. He can't very well just leave these shards out here: they all know what happens to broken gems. He isn't yet sure whether or not the disease that makes cracked gems go monstrous can effect ones broken to this degree, which means it's best to err on the side of caution. These will need to be watched.]
Something so petty wouldn't be worth killing over even if you did have killing in you.
[Beatrice lets out a bittersweet breath. Scoff? Laugh? It's hard to tell. She really wasn't sure how to feel about that comment. In her gut it felt like she was supposed to appreciate it.]
[It is neither a compliment nor an insult in Roland's view. It's simply the truth. Beatrice is a strong girl and skilled in her own ways but she's no killer.]
Keep him, for now.
[He picks another shard from the egg and drops it into the palm of his right hand with the rest.]
We'll want to watch the pieces, see that they don't reform into anything more dangerous than he already was.
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-23 08:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-23 08:29 am (UTC)You very well know already that it's me. That's not the important thing here.
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:32 am (UTC)Alright then what is the important thing?
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:34 am (UTC)[He expects this will get an immediate Beatrice-y response and so waits for that to pass before he elaborates.]
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:38 am (UTC)EXCUSE ME? He's dead? As in the guy who just called us all up a few days ago is dead? What happened-- did you happen?
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:44 am (UTC)[He nudges the carton with his foot. The shards of pyrite are covered in shell and yolk, but they're pretty-well shattered. There's no putting that back together, not even with eggy glue.]
Looks to me as though he shattered his own gem somehow, probably in one of his own drunken stumbles.
[He has to admit, for a very brief moment he'd wondered if she'd taken his advice to be discreet and decisive a bit too seriously. He isn't sure whether, if that were the case, he'd be disturbed or impressed.
Probably both.
Either way he doesn't mention it. It's clear from her reaction that this was not her doing.]
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Date: 2015-11-23 08:55 am (UTC)[She sighs a little-- glad that Roland didn't straight up murder Rick. It was kind of surreal in a way though, how she'd only just talked about exacting revenge on the guy and suddenly he's dead.]
[Wait a minute.]
You thought I had something to do with this, didn't you?
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Date: 2015-11-23 09:07 am (UTC)[No reason to lie.
He kneels down on his haunches, holding the phone between his head and his shoulder while he begins to pick through the eggy mess. He can't very well just leave these shards out here: they all know what happens to broken gems. He isn't yet sure whether or not the disease that makes cracked gems go monstrous can effect ones broken to this degree, which means it's best to err on the side of caution. These will need to be watched.]
Something so petty wouldn't be worth killing over even if you did have killing in you.
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Date: 2015-11-25 09:14 pm (UTC)[Not knowing how to feel, she moves on.]
So what are you gonna do with him?
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Date: 2015-11-25 09:41 pm (UTC)Keep him, for now.
[He picks another shard from the egg and drops it into the palm of his right hand with the rest.]
We'll want to watch the pieces, see that they don't reform into anything more dangerous than he already was.
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Date: 2015-11-26 05:47 am (UTC)Hmm I don't know if we have room for two pets but if you insist.
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Date: 2015-11-26 05:49 am (UTC)[Ah, yes. The one thing that truly brings this family together: bitching about Rick Sanchez.]