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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 16, 2012 16:24:30 GMT -5
[erin]But at that Erin shook her head. "No. I appreciate the offer, and I'm definitely taking the dinner invite, but I'll get a motel room. It wouldn't be right to impose and I'm, uh, hard to live with." One way of putting it.[/erin]
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Post by Danika Moran on Aug 16, 2012 20:27:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, and he's a picnic," Dani said, but she shut up at a look from Wyatt and went about finishing Erin's cleanup.
"This'll probably hurt," she said before she started working the thread through the wound, all the warning she gave.
"She's better at it than most I know," Wyatt said, watching Erin closely. Maybe to see how she handled it, maybe because he was still trying to size her up. Truth was it was a combination of both.
Now that there wasn't danger lurking around, he was trying to decide what to make of her, figure out what it was that didn't add up. But nothing was coming to him so he gave up and started moving about the kitchen as he prepared dinner.
"And he's a way better cook than I am," Dani said as she worked, "So it all works out. Try The Sunset, about five miles from here. Owned by a nice old couple, the rooms are clean and cheap and they know us. Say we sent you."
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 16, 2012 20:41:28 GMT -5
[erin]"That'll do great. Better'n some, I've stayed in some right proper shitholes in my time." Like that could be surprising. She did fine with the stitching, but still refused to look as Dani worked on it. "This old couple owe you guys, or is it just that small town thing?" She dimly remembered what it was like to be a part of a benevolent community.[/erin]
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Post by Danika Moran on Aug 16, 2012 21:08:01 GMT -5
"A little of both," Dani said, finishing up with the large wound (it had only needed four stitches) and fishing in the box for a package of butterfly bandages for a few of the others.
"Person was killed there, a few years back. We helped her spirit go on her merry."
Wyatt had stopped working at the stove, shoulders tense as Dani spoke.
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 16, 2012 21:28:16 GMT -5
[erin]Erin just nodded. "Good on you. Ghosts always seem so sad to me. Even the ones that go all insane and vengeancey and forget that they were ever people still strike me as sad." She was paying more attention to Wyatt than it looked like, mostly just because he'd stiffened like that.[/erin]
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Post by Danika Moran on Aug 16, 2012 21:39:34 GMT -5
When Erin didn't chase it, Wyatt relaxed as much as he could, though there was still a stiffness to his shoulders that he couldn't make go away as he continued his cooking and the let the girls talk. Dani was an excellent talker on any day ending in 'y', apparently even ones that involved near misses. He shook his head, making a soft, exasperated sound, and went on about his business.
"They are," Dani was nodding, closing bandages over the wounds with deft hands. "And lost and even when they know what's going on, they don't really, you know? They're afraid and alone and it kinda sucks for them."
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 16, 2012 21:52:18 GMT -5
[erin]"It really does. Especially since I can't exactly blame them for making the choices they do. Staying, you know? Who wouldn't have that instinct, especially if they died to violence? Stay, finish what needs to be done, make things right. And just because it never works, well, they're gonna be the ones who buck the odds." She sounded more than a little mournful about it.[/erin]
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Post by Danika Moran on Aug 16, 2012 21:59:27 GMT -5
"No one," Dani said, wrapping gauze around the arm and backing off. "You're done. I'd keep it clean as you can and if it gets wet, change the dressing."
"Change the dressing every day regardless," Wyatt advised, putting the casserole he'd tossed together into the oven and finally turning around to lean against it, arms folded across his chest.
"What's for dinner?" Dani asked, sniffing the air and smacking her lips.
"Food."
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 17, 2012 15:17:52 GMT -5
[erin]"Mmm, food. My favorite. Mind if I clean up a little?" When Dani directed her to the bathroom, Erin detoured out to the van to grab a duffel bag, and then emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later with most of the mud, blood and chicken feathers gone, her hair combed and wearing jeans and roughly two-fifths of a Guns and Roses t-shirt. Dumping the duffel back by the front door and somehow mysteriously acquiring a kitten en route. As she came back into the kitchen with the kitten riding on her shoulder and chewing on the ends of her hair she asked, "Anything I can do to help?"[/erin] |
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Post by Wyatt Moran on Aug 17, 2012 23:30:51 GMT -5
When she returned, Wyatt was the only one in the kitchen, Danika having gone off to clean up as well, or so she'd said. Wyatt knew part of her was going to mourn the dress and, knowing her, tuck it back into the bag and hold onto it for a while. She did weird shit like that.
He was seated at the small white table in the same clothes he'd been wearing when she'd first pulled up, wrapping gauze around his wrist and trying to decide if the wound really did feel weird or if it was all in his head.
"You forgot the rest of your shirt," he said, eyes flicking to her and then back down again before answering her question. "Nothing left to do. There's beer in the fridge, if you want one."
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 17, 2012 23:37:09 GMT -5
[erin]"I didn't forget it, I chose to simplify. We don't need all those extraneous belongings in our lives. So many objects. I choose not to burden myself with excess fabric." She grinned at him and reached up to pet the kitten that was torturing her. "Beer sounds good, you want one?"[/erin]
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Post by Wyatt Moran on Aug 17, 2012 23:47:50 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said, watching as she went to the fridge and back and taking the beer when she brought it to him.
"Can't keep that, you know," he nodded to the kitten. "They don't much like pets at the Sunset." He paused. "You find a more stable place though, you can have it."
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 18, 2012 1:31:50 GMT -5
[erin]"No." And she sounded sadder than she wanted to as she tilted her head to to side to nuzzle against the impossibly soft warmth of the kitten's fur. "My life never gets more stable. I can't take care of myself, much less a cat." She straightened and smiled at Wyatt, trying to look all bright and hard-edged again and succeeding if Wyatt was an idiot. "He's better off here. It isn't nice to coop up feral things." Yeah, it was a dig. A gentle one, but her standards, but Erin was curious about this pair for a lot of reasons. Not least because she'd somehow been shown to them, something that rarely happened. But also those hints Dani had been dropping about why Wyatt came off the road. She was curious, and curiosity was a plague to her.[/erin]
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Post by Wyatt Moran on Aug 18, 2012 7:01:43 GMT -5
Wyatt's eyes went clearly amused, narrowing enough in the humor to make the crow's feet around them a little more pronounced as he damn near smiled. "Which one of us you calling feral?"
He didn't wait for an answer, though. "You haven't told us exactly what it is you are, yet, other than that whole not being a seer thing. We ain't the only ones holding our cards close." She hadn't asked a direct question, but she was almost as bad at hiding the curiosity as she was at hiding how tough she wasn't.
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Post by Erin Tischloew on Aug 18, 2012 22:41:39 GMT -5
[erin]"Pick one or all. And hey, I'll tell if you will. But I think I ought to get a little benefit of the doubt, I am the one who spent my almost-last forty bucks buying red yarn to come running down here to save your horses." She grinned at him, building the walls back up piece by piece. "C'mon, you start? I'll go next."[/erin]
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