un: weaseling

[deuteranope]

Note/textbook highlighting/ease of reading
€10-15

Editing/proofreading
€15-20

Tutoring: french, eng, maths, science
cost depends on grade and if they're fucking annoying

Coffee delivery
cost of drink/food + €5

Tattoo design
depends what it is but they can just go to a real fucking artist if I don't cut the cost

Catsitting
€10/hr maybe just cat glamour shots

Fistfight
do this shit for free

Drinking buddy
pay for my drinks tbh

Healing??
no fuck charging for that

and tell them all to get me shit for bday

[when you accidentally post instead of saving a draft]

Comments

[strings_theory]

[L o r d.]

Jonathan, how can you actually kill someone with what's essentially like, light energy or some shit? If they're not dead, then why's it matter?

[standless]

[Jonathan looks between the two, appearing quite anxious indeed.

To the one who knows his age, it may occur to her that they are not that far apart in 'maturity', despite timelines.]

You're asking to eliminate something- something that Can be eliminated, by hamon...but how are we to know how integrated that sort of curse is, before it is too late? If it cannot be affected then it is all the better, that is true. But if it can, and if its target is rooted too deeply...

...I cannot risk it..! [he cries, shaking his head.] If even a single thing went wrong...I could never forgive myself!

[deuteranope]

Goddamn it -- and I suppose it's fucking fine if that same person fucking dies in the school's brilliant fucking plan to deal with Nightfall, huh? The Radiance bomb to be so lovingly delivered by all us fucking Candles? You think someone more blight than life at this point's gonna fucking survive that?!

[He could help. He could fix something for someone -- someone who really, really deserved to have things fixed.]

This could help people! And you're not the one taking the fucking risk, so fucking get over yourself!

[bolderfell]

When was this? The dying thing, not prom.

[deuteranope]

little before june

[unpocoloco]

Ay, gracias, I'm so honored you thought of me in the wake of my demise. Now, I too can be part of the Día de Muertos festivities.

[As if he wasn't...]

But what shame could I have to perish in the arms of my love, the most wonderful woman in the world?

[He should have shame.]

[bolderfell]

[Only a couple months before Therion arrived, then, and nobody even mentioned it. Student death just swept right under the rug. He already knew the assholes in Germany sent him here to die, he just--he didn't think he'd have to confront it so damn soon, with so little preparation. Without even the knowledge of what he's facing.]

Guess that's not the kind of thing they can put in admissions brochures.

I'm surprised anyone came back at all after the summer holidays, if that's how it's been.

[deuteranope]

ha
like everyone has a fucking choice
good fucking luck if you ain't human or got a contract

besides the cooks here are sublime

[deuteranope]

[...]

I wouldn't wanna do that
fucking scar em for life

[He's half-goofing, half-serious.]

[standless]

[No one exactly told him the plan to deal with Nightfall was to make a 'bomb' of Radience, and even if they had, he probably wouldn't have understood it. He would like to say he understands it. But he doesn't. He would like to say he has answers. But he doesn't.

And he flinches, as if struck- his eyes wide, teeth even half bared when more animal instincts of fear creep in. It looks like he could fly away at any moment, and it is only his own human resilience that keeps him from doing so.]

And who is taking the risk then? [He manages, and that is all he manages- he's still reeling, after all, about the things he does not Know.]

[bolderfell]

I know.




I think I've eaten my body weight in baked goods alone since I arrived.

[unpocoloco]

[It's a good shot to his mood, his heart sinking as he thinks about it. He can't keep up the game at all after that. It would leave a mark, there's no doubt about it. He and Imelda have died together before.

But even still, his answer...]

You're a better man than me, Maverick. Though we knew that.

I think I just might be too selfish. I'd hate to die alone.

[deuteranope]

course we did

[Mm... Dying alone is scary if he thinks about it too long, but at the same time it doesn't feel all that different. He already holds everyone further away than he had to -- he survived alone, he lived alone... He'll die alone. All he can do is put it off as long as possible.]

to be fair you deserve to die old and wrinkly in a bed with sixteen grandkids crawling all over you while the adults weep

[deuteranope]

depending on how much you weigh that's either impressive or depressing
either way it's understandable

[deuteranope]

[Sidenote, he really fucking hates that this bat has human expressions its face wasn't rigged for, and also that he's raising his voice to a fucking stupid bat.]

I would be! My friend would be! All you can fucking do is do your damndest to not fucking screw up teaching me. And guess fucking what, if I fucking learn it's too damn risky, I don't fucking do it! Holy shit, simple!

[bolderfell]

Worse comes to worst re: the dining plan and the apocalypse, they can roll me at the undead hordes like a bowling ball.

[deuteranope]

god please fucking let me do it
I can't trust that someone else won't fuck up and NOT use your nostrils as the finger holes

[strings_theory]

[You know what? Fuck this shit.

She's pushing herself to stand, throwing her arms in the air and hopefully Mav is ready for Stone Free out of nowhere to try and fucking deck him directly in the face.]

I think we're done here.

[bolderfell]

Damn. At least buy a guy a drink first if you plan to put your fingers in any of his holes.

[deuteranope]

[Amped up on emotions and still tense from the possibility of vampires? You bet Mav's ready. The hostile movement is quick, but he ducks with barely a hair's width to spare and instinctually lashes out with the knife he never did let go of. A split second later, he's jerking back and taking several steps away from everything that's happening, breathing a little hitched. Fuck. Fuck, fuck this got out of hand.]

...Whatever. Fucking -- whatever.

[hahahaha it's time to Leave]

[unpocoloco]

Ay, ay, don't make me cry now, saying such wonderful things as that. Sixteen grandkids! That's sixteen hugs every few minutes! And to grow old with my love, even better. We can get greys together and take turns being unable to read what's in front of us. And rocking chairs, we'd need those.

[It'll never happen. Even if something were to be fixed, he can't see it. Maybe he can't let himself hope so far.]

You'd be old too wouldn't you be? First one to go bald loses.

[deuteranope]

kindly refer back to my commissions list where drinks are clearly stated to have to be purchased by the other party thank you~

[deuteranope]

excuse the fuck outta you I've got luscious locks you stupid bastard I'm in this for LIFE

[bolderfell]

Oh well. There goes that flawless plan against the forces of eternal night. Guess we're doomed.

[standless]

[There is a funny thing about Panic Attacks. Except, it's perhaps not funny at all. Jonathan's breathing is so ingrained into himself that it's practically impossible to snap away from the pattern- that hasn't changed. What has changed though is everything else, as each little thought just slowly shuts itself down, the bat's tiny body locking in place. This isn't like a fight with Dio. This isn't even like a fight with a proper enemy. It's someone he doesn't know. It's someone who wants to help someone else, even, that much is clear after all, but then why can't he somehow make it clear that he doesn't know what would help, hm?

He can't immediately refute the accusations against him. Would it be worth the risk? It couldn't possibly be, it's someone's life. Someone's life, who isn't even with them right now. It would be his responsibility- his teachings, on a subject he scarecely knows. It makes sense to refuse. It makes sense, but someone's life is on hand, and the two facts clash, and clash, and clash with the same ferocity as Maverick's own words.

Jonathan doesn't even realize Stone Free has been summoned to punch. Doesn't even register the motion of the knife above him, because somehow it seems like his vision has just...stopped. Like nothing is actually there, and he's not really sure what is.

If he took the risk...if he didn't...

...

What's happening?]