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

[unpocoloco]

I can understand that.

[He's really no stronger than humans. Even weaker in some senses. There are just less ways for him to die. Still plenty to be afraid of.

But...]

... I'm wondering. I stayed away so you wouldn't hurt me. You want your radiance to protect yourself. What if... what if we tried something smaller. Something that... would be so small it would only have me standing back if I were there. Forget what it can do... forget vampires, forget the dead, forget everything that you're afraid and that you want this for. Just... try and make a light. So I can see you in the camera. No bigger than that. And if nothing happens, noticing what you feel so we can explain if we get another candle involved.

Would you be willing to try with me? One more time?

[deuteranope]

[Long. Pause.

He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to have his task dumbed down, he doesn't want to risk failing again at something that was supposed to be so, so easy, and he doesn't want Héctor to witness him failing. Hadn't he done enough of that? It certainly felt like a lot when it was his pride being ripped away from him.

His smoky exhale is shaky.]

...My shift starts soon. I should go.

[He can't lose anymore tonight.]

[unpocoloco]

[He falls quiet himself. He pulls a quiet breath and presses his mouth together. Then, slowly, he nods.]

Alright, mijo.

[He understands. He knows it's not just a work shift. But he doesn't point it out. He's let the kid doesn't. He doesn't need to do more.]

I'm sorry I... I couldn't do more to help. Take care, okay?

[deuteranope]

[There's a breath like he's preparing to say something, but words don't come as easily as he knows they should. Especially since they're brushing this off. It should be a breeze, but it's a quiet sigh instead.

Instead of pinpointing how he'd like to react, Maverick just vaguely waves his hand at the screen and hangs up. Bye.]