#interdiimensional

@interdiimensional

“Valentine’s Day?” Gemüse repeated, eyebrows raised.

“It’s like... a day dedicated to lovers.”  Not that he was the best person to describe it; he had only celebrated like two in his life and they were like 12 years ago.  

“People in love with other people will give them gifts to show that love.”  He shrugged, before shifting into a big grin and spitting out a rather cliche line.

@interdiimensionalSend me, “Please don’t judge me.” for my to open up about their past.

“Well, someone’s asking some odd questions,” Gemüse mused idly, slunk back on the bench.  It really wasn’t odd, honestly, people were curious, they asked questions.  It had died down mostly, now that he was more just a name that people knew and not a person the public had interest in.

But, every now and then, he was approached by someone who still had interest in his life and what he did.  

It did bother him at first; but he was used to it, now.  Perhaps once upon a time the topics involved would have been traumatic, but the trauma had since faded; there was no harm in talking about them now.  This just appeared to be some teen or young adult, maybe a bit starstruck; there was no need to get nasty with them.  

“Let me tell you what,” he said, propping one foot up onto the other leg’s knee, “I’ll answer the most common questions I get, then you can ask for details if you want, deal?”

He held up a hand, casually flicking fingers as he covered each topic.  “Yes, I have killed people before.  If I’ve tortured people depends on the definition of torture, it’s not nearly as effective as you think it is.  Yes, I’ve been shot; yes, I’ve been in a car chase.  And no, you can’t apply for a position, the ABC finds you if  they’re interested.”

He glanced at his hand, flexed his fingers a bit, before shrugging and looking at the other, waiting to see if they had any questions.