Weird-looking, half blind, spook wrangling world-walkers that smoke.

[goldeneyeball]

THREAD DIRECTORY

One Fine Day
A Taste of the Future
Pumpkins
Aches
Trauma 50% Off!
I Got a Disease and You're the Cure
Taco Night
Buck Eyes
The Turns Have Tabled
JW and Ginko's Fancy Dinner Date
You Know What They Say When You ASSume...
Sit, Stay, Beg

Comments

[onegreeneye]

Ginko didn't quite get the chance to respond to Deuteronomy - or really process that last sentence, though it may well be that all the time in the world wouldn't have been enough for him to figure out what she meant - before JW removed her from the table. He watched her leave, giving her a look of vague confusion at the wink before turning back to James.

"She doesn't seem too bad. ...I... don't suppose it would be too rude of me to ask, ah... how she can talk?" That seemed... relatively safe to ask about. And frankly, he would wonder about that even if she seemed to be a normal wolf otherwise.

He took a cautious sip of the coffee, then jolted a little, setting the cup down and managing to keep himself from spluttering this time. "--okay, that's really bitter."

[goldeneyeball]

"Magic," he said without a single hint of sarcasm. He shoved a few of the sugar packets Ginko's way. "Necromancy, to be exact. Somebody made her..." He dumped some sugar into his own cup before squinting at the doorway.

A single brown ear was poking around the frame.

"A thing about zombies is THEY'RE NOSY."

Click clack click clack _{click clackclick clack.}

"Ahem."

[onegreeneye]

"Magic, huh..." He would have been a little unsure normally, but there was a lot about this place that was falling outside his usual range of experiences already.

Following JW's lead, Ginko emptied a couple sugar packets into his coffee and tried taking another sip. It was certainly easier to stomach this time.

He followed JW's gaze to the door, giving a quiet, amused snort as Deuteronomy retreated. "Why's she so interested, anyway? Is it really that rare for you to have guests?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Well," he hesitated, staring into his cup. "You are pretty weird looking. No offence."

Said the six foot nine man with antlers and a yellow eyeball.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko blinked, then gave a quiet snort, taking another sip of coffee. "Yeah. So I've noticed."

[goldeneyeball]

"Luckily, you won't stick out too badly in town. The kids these days? They fry the shit outta their hair with bleach and lye and anything else they can get their hands on to look just like you."

[onegreeneye]

He almost choked on the coffee, making a sound resembling a laugh. "Why? I wouldn't look like me if I had the choice."

[goldeneyeball]

"Hmmmnn," was all he said at first. He could see why. Some days JW wore a patch to cover his eye if he had to go to an unfamiliar town. There was nothing he could do about the antlers though save pray for winter to take its course. Still, he was having a hard time picturing his new friend with anything but a white mop on his head.

"Why not dye it, then?" He waved an arm to the kitchen as if he were gesturing to all of the Land of Plenty. "S'not hard. I mean, I've never done it, but it can't be that hard."

[onegreeneye]

"Mm. I dunno; seems like nothing that might darken it ever really sticks. Don't see why dye would be any different."

He shrugged, sitting back a little. "Besides, even if it did, it would only do so much."

[goldeneyeball]

JW rubbed his chin and let his eyes wander to the screen door. A sly grin crossed his face. "Maybe... but I know a lady..."

Please do not bring the bee keeper NASCAR witch into this, JW.

[onegreeneye]

Okay what was that look. Ginko frowned slightly, watching JW with some doubt. "Do I even want to know what you're considering?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Okay, so, the bees are a huge turn-off, but she's incredibly intelligent, and a witch! If you wanna blend in, she's your gal." He spread his fingers again doing the MUSHI LAND gesture.

[onegreeneye]

Bees...?

Ginko kept staring at him doubtfully. "...Yeah, that doesn't seem like a good idea. Honestly, as nice as looking normal would be, I think I can deal with this after this long."

[goldeneyeball]

The antlered man shrugged and leaned back in his own seat.

"If you change your mind, lemme know. I'll hook you up, no problem."

FINGER GUNS.

[onegreeneye]

Another amused huff, and Ginko hid a slight smile behind his mug. "Thanks for the offer. I'll keep it in mind."

[goldeneyeball]

"As for the rest of you," he gestured, hoping Ginko wouldn't mind a little more gentle ribbing. "I got nothin'."

[onegreeneye]

"Ah, that's too bad." He huffed quietly, not seeming too bothered by it. "And here I had been hoping the future might have a way to get my eye back."

The comment came without him really thinking about it, and it wasn't until he said it that he remembered that that was a subject that sometimes seemed to make people uncomfortable. Oops.

[goldeneyeball]

The grin ran from his face like a cat on fire.

"Your eye?"

JW had spent plenty of time looking at the man's face but had never, not once, wondered about the obstructed half of it. He thought it was a fashion thing! Ginko really did look like the bleached people he saw at the gas station who were passing through on their way to a vacation on some distant Mississippi shore.

"Uh--" BACK PEDAL BACK PEDAL.

[onegreeneye]

"Ah... yeah." He shrugged, a little sheepishly, and brushed his fingers over the skin under his left eye. Maybe JW would get it a little better, given his own damaged eye. "Been missing for as long as I can remember."

[goldeneyeball]

James opened his mouth. Then he shut it. Then he laughed--an obviously thin, nervous laughter.

"God, I almost asked you if someone took it. I'm sorry." Still laughing. He can't stop. Help!

[onegreeneye]

Ginko looked at JW with some concern, raising an eyebrow. "Well, for all I know that could be what happened... though there would have to be a little more to it than that, in any case."

[goldeneyeball]

JW eventually covered his mouth with a hand and made a few muffled, distressed sounds before calming down. Wow, that hadn't been fun. Thanks, brain, that was totally something that he should have laughed at.

"AH-HER-HEHM. Sorry. Sorry about your, uh, eye. I don't know anything for that. I can't even fix this one." He pointed to his bad eye. "Cursed."

[onegreeneye]

"It's alright. I'm pretty much used to it, really." Given that he's never had another one to begin with. "Too bad about yours, though."

[goldeneyeball]

"It helps that I stay in regular contact with the person who did it so I can continue to remind them of their sins." He finally got a handle on himself again and leaned back, arms folded behind his head to give his neck a rest. He was so ready for those antlers to drop off so he could make something with them.

[onegreeneye]

"Huh. That's... good." He guessed. What do you even say to that.