ｒｕｓｅ;;

❝Uhm, thank you. Jackson. Jackson Miles.      And you?❞

   "alex mercer. your friendly neighborhood    monster."

      ❝Maybe you wanted to uhm, to eat me or whatever. But you didn’t. On        top of that you’re giving me advice! Maybe bad things happen. But I’m        not going to stop believing in people just because of that. I’m not going        to let one bad thing ruin a potentially good thing.❞

         "--i'm just saying be careful. you're lucky i decided          to have mercy on you. what's your name, kid?"

         i’m ready for my sleepless stroll

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      ❝I know it’s not nice. I happens a lot to me. But—But I can’t just stop        talking to people, or decide to stop trusting. I just hope for the best. I        got to talk to you didn’t I?❞

    "kid, let me share something with you. you     almost became a meal to me today. literally     my food. so, before you trust someone, figure     out the damn motives first."

’ i suppose i can ask my future guests to meet me elsewhere.’

      "fine, fine, i'll get out of your hair. this       room just had good light, and i have       shitty eyes."

      ❝If you wanted to hurt me you would have, you wouldn’t have kept talking        to me, I know from experience. I’m sure you’re not so bad. And if I can help        someone who’s also running away from the dupes, then then I will.❞

   "shouldn't be so trusting. having knives    put into your back is no easy agony. but    what do i know, i'm just some stranger. a    stranger who knows more than his fair    share about fighting off people, but hey."

this is where he normally advertises or meets customers, and he’d rather not have more competition than normal.

      he's almost finished with the book       anyway. couple more pages to go.

      ❝I can give you my number and you can call me if you have trouble. I        can’t do much, but I can cause a bit of, err, a diversion❞

    "really? and why would you do that? in less     than a minute we've gone from you panicking     to you offering to help me out with those fucking     assholes."

      ❝Oh will you be ok?❞

    "i'll be fine. they're kind of... the same way     to be that they would be to you. i'm not a     conduit, but let's just say they don't really     enjoy my kind of 'people' either."

      Hi monster. Meet a potential disaster.

  "oh man, looks like you'd better get going   then, right, big fella? and no worries. your   secret's safe with me. D.U.P. and i aren't   on the best basis anyway, so going and   tattletaling on you would be suicide."

      What time is it? He really needs to know. But he seems… alright now. Or at        least not in a hurry to hurt him. He just hopes he doesn’t touch him. He’s        stressed as all hell and his hands are crackling. As if there’s static around them

        he's only a m o n s t e r.

      ❝Yeah? Why?❞

though most can't pick up that stench.

   ( he’s ducking under a canopy, hiding his    head from the cold rain pouring down on    him. he’s shivering because… cold and    sickness don’t typically get along. )