[Murphy, who has actually smothered a couple of people in their sleep, can only give a wry smile.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[He stands, stomping his new boots on a little, testing the fit. Kicks the other pair under the bed. Most of his clothes probably won't make it to the closet; Aristaeus will get to keep a lot of space that way.]
I'm pretty hard to kill, though, just so you know.
[Though he does usually prefer if people just don't try.]
Does that have anything to do with — ( he doesn't know how to describe the way murphy registers for him; distinct, almost familiar in the way a cover song of an old favorite, sung in a foreign tongue is familiar.
it's not the kind of thing one broaches in casual conversation, even he recognizes that. with how twitchy folx are about the network such as it is, it's not difficult to imagine how they'd take the thought of something ...well. like this. ) — the jumpiness, earlier?
( is he going to wake up to someone trying to murder you in your sleep, murphy? because if so, they might need to get you more than a good pair of boots. )
[Murphy considers this for a moment, mostly because he hadn't realised he'd been coming across as that jumpy when Aristaeus had walked in. But then, it made sense. He's in a new place, on his own, with zero information. Without a briefing and a proper run-up on a mission, jumpy was probably the best he was ever going to manage.]
Like I said, the place I'm from isn't great. [And his tone remains irreverent, casual as he continues:] I've had a few close calls, some torture, a little involuntary imprisonment - you know, the usual.
( it's the irreverence, really, that tips him off: people tend to fall back on that when they're trying to deflect away from their true intentions — or, just as likely, vulnerabilities.
the urge to press is there the urge to press is there, to see where the cracks would form and what could seep through. it'd be unpleasant, though, and wasteful. )
Okay. ( a little nod as he says it, acknowledging. ) I don't need to know the details. If you tell me I don't need to be concerned, I'll take your word for it. But I also don't like surprises.
[Murphy's mouth presses, and he shakes his head a little.]
Hey, if you really want the details, we can have storytime another day.
[It wasn't like he'd made much habit of keeping his screwed up past a secret from people, back home or in the Nest. Here didn't need to be any different. Except if anyone wanted to know about brain aliens, of course.
Would that count as a surprise? Probably. But keeping his new roommate happy weighed significantly less against the rest on that scale.]
[There's a touch of some real incredulity under the joke. Landing himself with a roommate quite that helpful isn't the kind of luck Murphy usually ran into. Still, he is very hungry, and getting some hot food in his stomach would help with getting the last of the cold out of his limbs. He dips a mock bow, gesturing towards the door.]
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I'll keep that in mind.
[He stands, stomping his new boots on a little, testing the fit. Kicks the other pair under the bed. Most of his clothes probably won't make it to the closet; Aristaeus will get to keep a lot of space that way.]
I'm pretty hard to kill, though, just so you know.
[Though he does usually prefer if people just don't try.]
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it's not the kind of thing one broaches in casual conversation, even he recognizes that. with how twitchy folx are about the network such as it is, it's not difficult to imagine how they'd take the thought of something ...well. like this. ) — the jumpiness, earlier?
( is he going to wake up to someone trying to murder you in your sleep, murphy? because if so, they might need to get you more than a good pair of boots. )
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Like I said, the place I'm from isn't great. [And his tone remains irreverent, casual as he continues:] I've had a few close calls, some torture, a little involuntary imprisonment - you know, the usual.
[A shrug.]
I survived.
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the urge to press is there the urge to press is there, to see where the cracks would form and what could seep through. it'd be unpleasant, though, and wasteful. )
Okay. ( a little nod as he says it, acknowledging. ) I don't need to know the details. If you tell me I don't need to be concerned, I'll take your word for it. But I also don't like surprises.
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Hey, if you really want the details, we can have storytime another day.
[It wasn't like he'd made much habit of keeping his screwed up past a secret from people, back home or in the Nest. Here didn't need to be any different. Except if anyone wanted to know about brain aliens, of course.
Would that count as a surprise? Probably. But keeping his new roommate happy weighed significantly less against the rest on that scale.]
Right now I need food.
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in fact, they probably won't need to talk at all depending on whether or not terry's club is back up again. )
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[There's a touch of some real incredulity under the joke. Landing himself with a roommate quite that helpful isn't the kind of luck Murphy usually ran into. Still, he is very hungry, and getting some hot food in his stomach would help with getting the last of the cold out of his limbs. He dips a mock bow, gesturing towards the door.]
Lead the way.