#giggs

Some times when she's busy, has to get up early in the morning or just plain tired she just puts it in a simple braid.

"Okay, lady," Skizz says, wielding his rake like a halberd, "we gotta talk."

the woman who is currently standing at the second of the two gas pumps that are his small dominion stares blankly at him, having lowered the nozzle that until a second ago she had been using to pour unleaded gasoline down her throat.

Nobody with half a brain would assume she was anything but a doppleganger. It's in how her neck is tilted, the too-wideness of her eyes, like she went to the optometrist once years ago and has been dialated ever since. She does a good job with clothes, Skizz'll give her that. It's a nice pantsuit, sensible gray with a lovely lavender blue silk blouse. She even has a string of pearls.

If Agent Pickles were here, he'd shoot her on sight.

If Grian ever came outside when Skizz demanded he do so, she'd already be dead.

Only this woman-not-woman has been here three times now, over the past week, and all she ever does is- is- drink gas.

"That can't be good for you, can it?" Skizz asks in the sudden awkward silence. It's a warm night, deep in August; the insects in the woods behind GiggsMart are screaming, which means probably no new deer-headed cults back there.

Probably.

She looks at him, then at the nozzle.

"Tastes good."

It's like listening to nails on a chalkboard, only both are impossibly underwater. She has the couture down, but her voice matches her too big eyes and her twitchy neck. She makes no move towards him, listing gently side to side.

"It. Tastes good?"

She nods solemnly.

Skizz licks his lips. "We, uh, we use that to power cars. You know what cars are, right? That's- Ma'm that would kill the thing you're pretending to be."

He braces in anticipation of a forward attack, readies his lungs to hollar for his friends at the REAL volume, the 'no this isn't me being reactive, someone get out here before I have to stitch myself back together in a bucket' volume.

She doesn't approach.

Instead one hand gropes around in her pocket and produces- a debit card.

Skizz blinks at it and then at her.

She gestures to the pump.

"I paid."

She..she did. She'd have to have paid, for the pump to activate at all.

Skizz's jaw tightens. It's a dead person's money she's using, but- but technically she's not in a car. His job is very specific. He is to pump gas for human customers, kill dopplegangers. She isn't asking him to pump the gas for her, she doesn't need it for a car. He has no reason to assess her humanity or obvious lack thereof, because he's not assisting her. She needs no customer service.

Splitting hairs, skizzleman, he thinks to himself, even as he lowers the rake.

There aren't any cameras out here. Grian only ever has Skizz's word that there's a customer at all if the bell doesn't go off, and the bell only goes off when a car rolls onto the pad because that's what it's weighted for. Cars.

He inhales slow. "Just gas?"

"It tastes good."

"Just. Gas?"

She looks him up and down and doesn't hide the predator in those too-big eyes. Skizz doesn't look away.

She nods.

"Just gas."

"Right. Well. Thank you for choosing GiggsMart."

Then Skizz turns his back and goes back to raking the leaves and wrappers and other detrius away from the walkways and the ice chest and the two vending machines by the corner. A moment later he hears the pump start up again.

By the time he's made his pass and come back around, she's gone. The pump is slotted neatly back in place, and he can see a sedan pulling up. The driver sticks an arm out and waves, and Skizz waves back and gets his flashlight.

"Unleaded regular, my guy, I've got a hot date!" the customer cheers. Skizz looks left and right.

Not a twitchy-necked woman in a beautiful pantsuit in sight.

He grins affably back at the driver and sets his rake to the side.

I'm not procrastinating finishing grians design whaaat /silly

She's used to wrangeling the boys anyways so the role doesn't really make a difference for her.

She also has a big sledgehammer for...... reasons. That's fine, just behave and you won't have to worry about it :D

(I'm so proud of this art. It's the first good hunan I gave drawn WITHOUT reference!!!! :D I think she turned out great yippieee!

(Grian is next, not sure if I'm happy with his design yet-)