Dead bitch walking.

Her response brought him ease. He thought she would walk away, leave him to the dogs. The strange, almost empathetic gesture of her caressing his face told him otherwise. “Not unicorns. Dinosaurs?” Out loud the words sound insane. “Jurassic Park/World, actual breathing dinosaurs?!” He searched her face for an indication of her finding the idea as bizarre. His eyes wide and his body weak from the intense running secession he endured from running from those should be extinct creatures. “I never thought anything could be as bad as the univorns, but I was attacked by a creature who doesn’t eat meat.I have never ran so fast in my life!” Death as well. Apparently?

“I know,” she replied a little too calmly, her arm looping in his. She wanted to walk him to their room before anyone saw him. With the way purgatory worked, he'd be in the medical sanctuary for weeks, then come back a mindless blob. “Did you meet Rex?” Once again she said the selected words more than a little too calmly. Almost like she were talking about the weather and not a giant t-rex. “He doesn't eat meat here. Everything works opposite on that section of the clock. So, erm, the vegetarians eat meat and the carnivores don't. It's pretty cool, if you're into that stuff.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Let's fix you up, alright? I won't make it hurt or nothin, since you're a good dude.” There is a light nod to show she's trustworthy, then a horrible attempt at the Lord's cross. “Scouts honor, yeah?”

til I confess

The expression she threw his way expressed that, no she did not have a moment to spare. Singing in the resort lounge was a lot to deal with. Not only was she singing slow songs to the recently deceased, the woman still was unaware of how she became purgatory bound to begin with. Green-eyes settle on bruises before she decided how to respond. When she has the words, she ran a hand through his hair and said in her Boston accent, “You look like shit, kid. I got hours if it means your ass ain't staying dead for twenty four hours.” Eyebrows up, her head is tilted and her index finger boredly trailed down his chin. “What's up? Not them pesky unicorns again, hmm? I warned you about them eating people for shits and giggles.”