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"course they do." billie doesn't know what makes her happy. if you ask her, she'll list things. her booze, her cigarettes, her stash of snacks. little moments of gratification that put a smile on her face. that's the obvious answer, isn't it? she fluctuates between her many moods. she's easy to anger and just as quick to let bygons be bygons, if the price is right.

"who doesn't want to be happy?" her trust flask is retrieved from her bag. it's never known a day of emptiness; billie just couldn't take it. she takes a concerningly long gulp before drying her lips with the back of her hand.

beneath her fluttery exterior, billie is a woman of substance. what the material is is questionable, but it's sticky and warm, and perhaps left out in the sun for too long. it festers and bubbles deep in her belly, buried from outside eye or influence.

the outer layer is like ... nougat. brittle, and easy to get dirty if you drop it on the floor.

Alastor had lost a lot of blood out there in the field, his shoulder pierced clean through by a bullet that would have been embedded in his skull had he not craned away just at the right time. But he was alive. The same could not be said for the hunter who he managed to depose while bleeding out. Shooting Alastor certainly had been a mistake, but whether that mistake was on purpose or not he would never know. Dead men don’t talk very much.

“Yes, well, the rest of me is starting to feel rather frigid as well. I don’t think it’s all that difficult to get a bit more blood in me,” he snapped, eyes locked on the other man, wary and sharp. Doctors had never been Alastor’s favorite, and multiple were a bit necessary for something such as this. “In the spirit of being difficult, I’d like to remain awake for surgery. You can numb me all you want but I don’t consent to being put to sleep for a second. And yes, I know, the experience could be unpleasant. But frankly if I were to give this whole debacle a rating on yelp it would be a fat zero.”