[He looks worried. and disturbed. Sandy does too, tensing when his hand comes near her. BJ swiftly sees what's about to happen and takes Martin's wrist, bringing it down instead of over her head]
Like this. Otherwise she thinks you're a threat, Puppy.
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[ he can't believe he's in a bathroom literally talking about bj's snake. ]
Maybe we could go sit somewhere? Not here.
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[He coos to her. She tries to bite his nose off, coiled angrily]
Totes. Lead the way, Hushpuppy.
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So, uh, your finger--?
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[He checks his hand. It's already sealed over, no longer bleeding, and even has a bit of skin growth to it]
Oh yeah. Nah, healing powers off-screen. If you don't look at it or point it out, it grows faster.
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[ their cabin's off limits; he doesn't want the snake to meet his cat. ]
I guess we can just... sit in the hallway...?
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But it comes in handy!
[He coos at her, stroking her head gently]
She can clean out the pipes when they get clogged full of shit.
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I shouldn't be surprised you'd end up with a pet sandworm.
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Well, you don't get a lot of choices if you want a pet where I come from. 'All dogs go to heaven' is more than just a movie, pal.
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Wait, are you being serious right now?
[ thank god for the dogs ]
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Any kind of heaven is like 80 / 20 dogs, probably.
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Jesus, Hushpuppy, you didn't know?
What the shit do you think happens?
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[ he shrugs!! ]
Probably different from one world to the next, too.
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And there's no dogs in hell.
[He opens his hands to let Sandy slither around in the space between their legs.]
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Sounds better than being - blasted into oblivion, I guess. The idea that you live on in some capacity. I dunno.
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[pedantic? sure. But you're reminding him of what he never got to feel.
Sandy slithers around but seems she's calmed down for now and sticks out a forked tongue to smell the air better]
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[ and he's not being combative: it's a sincere question. ]
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When you're dead, that all goes away. You enter this void and you just don't wake up from that.
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[ he's watching sandy so, so closely, like he's ready to bolt at the first sign of aggression. ]
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Like.
Ugh, it's so hard to explain this shit.
You know that when you feel happy, you have these chemicals that go to your brain? Saying, oh, that was good, do that again?
I'm born dead. There's nothing to feel. Just like, images of those feelings. Copy-catting it from the whining newly deads.
[Sandy hisses when she makes eye contact with Martin, and goes to hide in the shadow of a knee]
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You've come pretty far, knowing that.
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[he crouches down to lure Sandy out of hiding, petting her so that she rolls over on her side]
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[ martin is going to hesitate, and then sloooowly reach as if to pet sandy. ]
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[He looks worried. and disturbed. Sandy does too, tensing when his hand comes near her. BJ swiftly sees what's about to happen and takes Martin's wrist, bringing it down instead of over her head]
Like this. Otherwise she thinks you're a threat, Puppy.
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You probably would've thought it was funny if I got bit when we first met.
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