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Mockingbird

Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

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[ its fine its fine surely Hugo didn't see him actually shed a few tears. Surely he was just manic, crazy for a moment and they fell due to laughter and absolutely nothing else. Now that the other is busy looking at the offered 'Branch,' Sampo's going to quickly grab up the rest of those onion rings and crunch through them. Casually. like they're just continuing an easy, normal conversation over bar snacks and liquor.

maybe to hugo his offer seemed 'meager'. But to Sampo, being forgiven like that--offered the olive branch he'd been struggling to find the moment to offer--it was worth more to him than some house he'd gotten by pure luck.

Sampo stops mid-snack when the other looks at him accusingly--offering that one sentence, and its only in THAT moment that Sampo realises maybe he'd made a mistake. A Gil-Sized mistake.
He remembers back to when he'd gone shopping with the king. 'How quaint. People actually considering prices before deciding on brands. Clever marketing to change the look and dress of a package to make you pay more.'

'What do you mean it's overkill to give you 50 dollars to go out to buy bread'?

He slowly puts half an eaten onion ring down. Take a drink of his wine. ]

Wwwwwell. You plan on sticking around a little while longer, yeah? I figured you could use it more than I could. I got my own place and I LOVE my chaos house. [ he's derailing. clear his throat. AN-Y-WAY. ] I just. Figured it was fair compensation. For almost getting you killed or worse. More than once.

If you don't want it you could just. Pass it onto someone who does.
It's not a huge place. A two-bedroom flat with a basement, and a small attic. [ as if that makes the 'branch' any less. ]

[myriadeclipse]

[ The chaos house he lived in with his boyfriend. Sampo was happy. Content. He truly found the place he wanted to belong and was passing something on to him. A hope for peace through a small token of his own happiness. A shell cast off in metamorphosis. Hugo took the key out and toyed with it between his fingers, contemplating this gift he was given. ]

As someone who came from old money, [ He was a vampire. What other kind of money is there at that point? ] Even I most point out that you must live extravagantly now for that to sound humble.

Regardless. I have use for a place like this. I will accept your humble gift and the meaning behind it. Consider the hatchet buried until your next offense.

[ It would only be a matter of time, honestly. Twirling the key one more time, he placed it back in the envelope and tucked it all away. He would investigate the property later. ]

And yes, I do plan on sticking around for a big longer. I've run into others I know and I have found myself not quite the uncaring wanderer as one would think. Hopefully future business will remain separated or friendly.

[ Or else they will go back for round two, but he really didn't want to test what the playing field was these days. ]

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Your ol' pal Sam doesn't live extravagantly. It's that I'm NOT used to living extravagantly at all. Having a house on my hands used to feel like a burden, and carrying around freight I can't just carry around in my arms and sell off isn't usually worth my time! So. Houses? [ a house is not something he'd ever try to sell. Giving it away as a gift? that's easy.

Even if he's currently feeling a bit self-concious about Hugo's reaction. Maybe he should have started with a box of flowers, or something. ]

Yes! Good. Take my humble gift. Hatchet done, hatchet gone. And for shame--I won't offend again! I'm a redeemed man! [ he isn't. he still falls into bad habits. he's just. more self-aware of the people he might be hurting now that he's. You know. free of fearing for his life. ]

We can totally get along in the future--no, we can even collaborate! You know. Like pals.
Consider me someone you can call on speed dial and ol' Sampo will answer before the third ring.

[ maybe. probably. ]

[myriadeclipse]

[ There is no part of Hugo that thinks Sampo would so diligently pick up the phone for anyone. Baring that, they seemed to be at an agreement. All there was now was to hold to it. Hugo was a man who kept to his oaths, begrudgingly. He would hold himself to this improved state of their relationship even if Sampo didn't.

He really needs to stop making promises to apparent traitors. Oh well. The point of this one is to change that. ]

...Yes. I may not hold you to that, but I understand the sentiment. Then ... 'pals' it is. I've already promised Lycaon I won't take on jobs until the new year, so if there's anything you're going to get up to, know I won't be there to get in your way.

[ That wasn't entirely true, but it was mostly true. ]