[text: D-Boi] First of all, we both know I’d probably trade my soul for a corn chip and some salsa. Second, I don’t even know if Claudia even wants babies so you might want to run that past her before I agree to that. Her uterus, her decision, bro.
[text: J-Bro] That’s so not even fair because then the deal for the rights to the kid would have to go through /her/ and not you. And she’s not gonna agree to that.
“I’m told we’re not as common as we once were. I’ve never met another one, but I don’t meet many people at all. You smell like sulfur,” he said, less an accusation and more of an observation.
“Ta be fair, I don’ spend a lo’ o’ time in boneyar’s,” he replied with a bit of a shrug. “Half demon. My da’ works crossroads. Ma was a tricks’er.” He knew better than to tell people what he was, but the nothing about the other seemed all that threatening and it wasn’t really like he was human either.
I don’t have a day off until Wednesday and my schedule is really fucking screwy. I close on Sunday, go in from noon to 10pm on Monday, open to 5pm on Tuesday. After that, I have my normal closing shifts. So, I’ll only really not be around Monday night.
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