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[ Kid Blue's rocking a bit--it's subtle, but it's there; and he's near the docks. It's fucking cold but he doesn't seem to notice, with his black wool duster hanging over his shoulders easily.
He's got a bottle, though. It's not just beer, either--it's stronger, and he's got more than halfway down it. That's probably why he can't feel much of the cold, probably why he's even transmitting. He's very, very drunk.
The biggest note that something's wrong, though, is the silver gat he always carries. He's not spinning it, not showing off. It's still. There's a hollowness in his eyes, too. Maybe that's just because the blue is washed out and wet? ]
Y'ever hear it? 'You did good?' [ Judging by the slurring, he's quite intoxicated. ] I ain't never. Even if I fixed my mistakes I ain't heard it once. And that's all I wanted. All I ever wanted.
Awh, shit, y'know. [ He removes the gun from his holster, chuckling darkly to himself. ] I ain't worthy of this thing. Fuckin' Kid Blue. Tried to fix it, an' I get dragged into an alley to be put down like a fuckin' dog. I ain't much but at least I worked for it. For all I got. And I bet halfa you fucks don't got no idea what that's like.
Y'ever been shot with a blunderbuss?
He's got a bottle, though. It's not just beer, either--it's stronger, and he's got more than halfway down it. That's probably why he can't feel much of the cold, probably why he's even transmitting. He's very, very drunk.
The biggest note that something's wrong, though, is the silver gat he always carries. He's not spinning it, not showing off. It's still. There's a hollowness in his eyes, too. Maybe that's just because the blue is washed out and wet? ]
Y'ever hear it? 'You did good?' [ Judging by the slurring, he's quite intoxicated. ] I ain't never. Even if I fixed my mistakes I ain't heard it once. And that's all I wanted. All I ever wanted.
Awh, shit, y'know. [ He removes the gun from his holster, chuckling darkly to himself. ] I ain't worthy of this thing. Fuckin' Kid Blue. Tried to fix it, an' I get dragged into an alley to be put down like a fuckin' dog. I ain't much but at least I worked for it. For all I got. And I bet halfa you fucks don't got no idea what that's like.
Y'ever been shot with a blunderbuss?
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... But it's not like he's really the type to think things through.]
Kid? Maybe you should go inside. Maybe. Just, you know, a suggestion that has nothing to do with anything. Also no. Nope. Never been shot. Really don't plan on it anytime soon. Question time is over now, right? Inside time?
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I can do whatever the fuck I want, s'not like anyone's here to tell me I fuckin' can't or shouldn't.
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[She knows you love that thing, KB, and she is not above using it against you to prevent drowning!]
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'Scuse me?
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No, I never heard 'you did good'. It sucks ass. But y'know what you do? You pick yourself up and use it t'beat the fuck out of life. You worked for it? Good. You did something, you're worthy of something.
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Hey...are you okay?
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Or some company, at least.
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Um, hey, do you want to talk about it?
[He figures he won't, because they're more or less strangers, but... he has to offer.]
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Odd, he seems genuine. He's slurring his words, but at least he's not yelling at you, Blaine. ]
I ain't fuckin' worthy of my own goddamn gat. Not even this coat, it fuckin' meant somethin' back where I come from an' here it's nothin' but a reminder of how my own boss tried to took me to pasture 'cause I ain't good enough.
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[Some of what Kid Blue's saying resonates with Blaine. A lot.
And a lot of what he's about to say might sound trite and overused, but he really means every word.]
You're good enough, okay? Who cares what your boss or whoever thinks about you?
You matter, and don't let anyone else tell you differently.
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Hey, you didn't happen to see another fella in the bar when you went in did you? Grumpy guy, kinda young, short brown hair... probably drunk, goes by Dean?
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You're not the only one who's never been good enough. Trust me.
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And so he works it out, the boy's location, and he travels, slips the cloak of time and space and reorients himself there, nearby. Straightens the coat he's wearing, slightly too small, stolen from one of the houses. He doesn't look at all what he is, what he once did, hair cut short and clothes for the moment entirely of human fashion. He might, as he strides over slowly with cool consideration in his gaze, look less a monster than usual.]
I have, in fact. Been shot by a blunderbuss, that is. Not heard those words, but one does grow used to not hearing them, with time. May I join you?
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