quietmounds | (no subject)

(no subject)

WHAT in person
WHERE all over
WHEN 32nd day
NOTES it's a deage post

[it's a beautiful day!

by someone's standards!

which is to say, the entire town is darkly overcast and gloomy, and starting in the morning, there are scattered showers intermittently around the town. it's light enough that it isn't bothersome, barely noticeable, really, but you may find yourself feeling a bit different after you've past through one. like it's taken a few years off your life— quite literally.

or maybe it doesn't effect you at all! and you just want to go for a walk in the rain. you do you.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

No... I'm the only person who lives in my apartment.

[ very... concerned about you, kid ]

We still need money, though— for food, clothing, medicine...?

Oh, yes, well... there are jobs one can get. I don't... have one, um. But that's just because of me...

Are you ill?

[looking away at the mention of jobs]

No, I'm not ill. Why? Because I mentioned medicine?

[ frets a little ]

I thought-- if it was a major concern then, maybe... not that you seem ill. I was only uncertain.

[waves the thought away, graceful] I get hurt sometimes. That's all.

Are there whorehouses here, sir?

Oh-- no. Not so far as I'm aware.

[ clearly surprised by that tho. you're a BABY ]

Then...

All right. I don't need one. I can...

... perhaps one of the shops might be hiring?

[ gently ]

You can always ask later. There's no rush.

[finally making progress with his tea. prosaically,] They won't hire me. I'm only good at one thing. Sir.

You are quite young to have learned so many things that you know you are only good at one.

[mild confusion, watching gale closely] I'm not young at all.

Edited 2017-08-16 00:25 (UTC)

You're certainly not old.

[a flat, cruel smile] Too old for some. Finally.

[but he shakes the look off quickly.] ...Thank you for...

[ yIKES ]

... well. You don't have to do that here.

[shrug] I'm good at it. Maybe if I don't have a procurer, it'll be easier.

[but he does look hopeful, behind the act. just not like he's enjoying that hope at all.]

I'm rather good at it too, but I haven't laid with a single person. I don't have any intention to.

Learn how to make tea instead.

[presention with options 1. deal with this now, out in the open or 2. smile at him in a way kids shouldn't be able to...]

So you don't want me? That's too bad. I thought I'd ask. You seem like you might have been kind.

[ JESUS. BUDDY

looks. stricken. ]

I. What. What? We've only just met--? I'm not going to be-- something for you to think is using you. No.

If you truly don't want to be alone, there is a second room in my apartment you are free to use as you wish. But I won't treat you as a whore.

[surprised by gale's level of surprise, like, clearly we both know the business so what's wrong??

it does the good of jarring him enough to make him speak plainly] ...I'm sorry?

... if you wanted me for just me it would be different. I don't... do that anymore. For money. And I certainly don't have any interest in buying your services for myself.

[teary with frustration for a tiny instant. "just do a different thing" is not an option his brain has been shaped to recognize just yet, he is Highly Suspicious of that advice here

scrubbing his eyes. super tired] Okay. Another man, then. I don't... want to look in the rain...

[ looks. Tired. ]

Do you have to? Sleep with someone? Truly?

[folding into himself defensively] ...I don't know. Maybe not? All I really need is a little food, so I could just beg. But beggars are taken for whores anyway, and I'm no good at pretending to be... something different than I am.

It doesn't matter, does it? I'll be back at home soon enough.

I'm already feeding you, and I can continue to do so, and I'm not asking for anything from you.