seven devils all around you

m.g. takes a moment of silence as he peers off in the distance, seriously considering her input. it was a real question he put up in the form of a hypothetical, so unbeknownst to nia, any answer she would have given was going to have some weight by default.  

“ that worked out for ya’ll? ” wait, what am i thinking? why would i even contemplate seeking help from a human that was probably unaware of the supernatural world? on second thought, it sounded like such a bad idea. m.g. didn’t know where to begin to process how many ways that can go south. the kind of crazy he was experiencing, he could very well end up with his own dr. loomis and he doesn’t need to manifest those types of problems in his afterlife.  

her question snapped his attention back to the fact she was a presence. that’s right, that’s right… nowadays nia can’t really stay on these phone calls for too long. always on the move, always busy. still, that didn’t stop m.g. from talking to her like she got that kind of the time to spare freely.

“ oh, nothing babe! ” he’s clearly about to front on her’. “ i was just… well.. helping a.. friend… right? ” there’s no way he’s dropping the l-to-the-e bomb on this phone. in this economy? pure madness. “ it was with a guy. problem was… the guy… wasn’t there when i stumbled on them supposedly talking and kissing… i told them and they flipped out but the real issue is.. now i’m starting to see this dude and i don’t know what to do. ”

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there’s skepticism that crosses her face,  eyebrows lowering in a way that indicates she’s not buying what she’s hearing.  she knows when she’s being pulled around by the strings and m.g. wears his own emotions laid out on his sleeves— there’s no hiding for someone like him.  he’s all impulsive thoughts and actions.  she can physically feel him shift words around before his mouth fumbles a half-truth out.  but she doesn’t call him out on it,  not at first anyway— she’ll allow for him to be honest on his own terms.  before she even resorts to pulling something out of her repertoire.  she holds the phone to her ear,  maneuvering around the kitchen as she places the pot on the stove and she stirs the uncooked pasta around the water.  dinner duties were assigned to her yet again,  unfortunate ‘privilege’ for the oldest child.

‘  there’s a word for that,  folie a doux ... it means,  shared madness between two individuals.  ’  nia switches the device to her other ear,  ‘  you ever thought that perhaps,  this guy,  whoever your friend was macking up on,  might be real?  an invisible man isn’t too much of a stretch with all the creepy shit unfolding at that cracka’ school of yours.  ’

“ go ahead and get comfortable. you may take a seat or stand if you prefer. it’s of no consequence to me really but my time is. you texted me. said you needed to have words, so — let’s have that dialogue, shall we? ”

(   sms  »  nia   )   y are you like this? 

         “ soooo… if i were to tell you that i have some mysterious guy that has this really, really bad british accent, like—keanu-reeves-off-of-bram-stoker’s-dracula-bad—floating around in my subconscious and only i can see him, would you still say yes to being my ghost spider to my spider-man for the new york city comic con this year? ”

@fearsnoman​ + nia 

(   sms  »  nia.   ) you right, you right. thank you for your contribution to some utterly wise decision-making. 🤨 why are you trying to ruin a good morning though?

(   sms  »  nia.   ) you right, you right. thank you for your contribution to some utterly wise decision-making. 🤨 why are you trying to ruin a good morning though?

(   sms  »  nia.   ) uhh howdy to u too? 😅 i was not expecting a txt from you. but yea, i’m up. just trying to figure out if i want to cop the jordan vi og or the six rings. 

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