#driftingjazzbard

He pursed his lips, less pleased with the wording than was strictly necessary, mostly because he'd been what he thought was fairly active in actually trying to do good rather than just make everything less bad. "That's a very pessimistic view," he noted, though there was no offense or hostility in the tone, at least.

He couldn't afford that sort of pessimism, not if he actually wanted to get anything done. Because the moment he began to think of his work as simply, not the worst, the moment his efforts became minimal, he knew.

"Did I disturb you?" he says, apologetic as Erin's soft voice breaks through the cool night. He doesn't start at her approach, he'd recognise her footsteps on any surface, he suspects, but stone is most familiar.

That's pretty cool though, did not know about the mind reading easter egg. I'm way more of a Raphael scholar than a Cazzy scholar 😂

"And well you do at that. Goodness knows anyone who comes for you and yours is too stupid to survive anyway. Eventually they'd have managed to choke themselves on a sock or something."

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"Hon, it might be significant that person you're most willing to beat up on is yourself..."

"They hate me 'cause they' ain't me. ....I mean, like, they are me, but they AIN'T ME, ya'know--"

DENIAL. NOPE. HE'S NOT OPENING THAT CAN OF WORMS.

As the train now had a button which would take them directly to Erin's new home, getting to her was considerably easier. The only real problem was the same that came with any area -- that meant having to either get lucky and just find her place, or the train.

But they did, and luckily soon, because Verheiler had made Erin a pot of vegetable soup and he didn't want it getting too cold before she was able to eat it.

Knirschen had been eyeing it aggressively ever since he started cooking it, and Verheiler was still trying to protect him from himself before they approached her front door.

"One bite isn't going to kill me." started Knirschen.

"It has onions and garlic; neither of those are good for you. I'll make you a proper beef stew when we get home."

"You make unhealthy crap for Walter all the time."

"None of that will make him sick, so this is different."

"Cottontail, does my health even really matter if you can just-" the werewolf stiffened and smiled when Erin answered the door. "Hey!"