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[starwhore]

Don't know, man, don't really know you that well. Could always draw him a picture.

Or see what else he likes besides bullets. Maybe go have a drink with him? There's a place up in Northtown, little bar with a pool table, play some pool.

[barebacking]

I fear we have not reached that part in our friendship.

Perhaps, I am trying too hard? Perhaps, it looks like I love him more than -- I don't, you know. If he asked, I would -- pool?

[starwhore]

Haha, I don't know if you're trying too hard, I think you're just thinking waaaay too hard about it. Getting yourself worked up.

But games are a good way of making friends. Pool is fun, even if you don't know what you're doing. Trust me, I'm garbage at it, totally. You use sticks to hit balls into holes on a table. Sounds boring, can be great, especially with a drink or two.

[barebacking]

I do suppose that I am. And it is never good when I get worked up.

[He tilts his head. He imagines just regular sticks and various sized balls that one strikes at the side to hit into holes all around a table. How can one be garbage at such a game?] Well, it sounds fun and simple enough.

[starwhore]

[Very easily, Yaha. So easily. Sucking is easy, being good is hard.]

Simple in theory, but there's a lotta skill to it. Skill I don't have. [Yes, he can admit it. He's a big boy. Sometimes.]

Still, real fun to play with people, no matter how good or bad you are.

[barebacking]

I am certain you are skillful in other ways. [Able to make a psychotic elf chill with just a few words, for one.]

Does that mean you want to play with me?

[starwhore]

Ha! Course I am. Everyone's got skills, dude. I'm not a legendary outlaw for now reason. [Peter stop being proud of that. Also you are not legendary.]

You know, any other time I'd say yes, but kinda hurt one of my arms recently, so I'd be even more shit than I already am. What about a rain check?

[barebacking]

A legendary outlaw? You? I must say I doubt it. You seem much too nice.

Hm? Your arm? What did you do, Peter?

[starwhore]

Daw, ain't you sweet. [A little weird, but he grew up around weird and tons of assholes. So just another regular day for him.]

But I'm sorry to break it to you, but I am in deed, an outlaw. Guess I'm a... sometimes good, sometimes bad outlaw? Little bit of both. Makes life interesting.

Oh.

[Arm? Uh. Well. A friend of his, Sally, may have tried to eat him. Literally. Bit him right in the upper arm pretty damn hard, he'll have teeth marks for a while, bruising, hurts like the dickens. Could be because he'd taken care of it himself, not wanting to bring attention to the fact his bff pal has a taste for flesh.]

I uh, kinda got into a fight when some of us were a bit sing song happy. Still healing up. [Not a full lie, he'd gotten into a good fight, almost killed his pal Kirk. Fun times with his friends lately. It's wrapped, he actually made an effort to patch it up, ripped up shirt or something.]

[barebacking]

I certainly try to be. [Save for when his temper gets the better of him.]

Yes, it does. It is rather foolish of me to think that a legendary outlaw would be all bad. If that were the case, I doubt you would be an outlaw. Your title would be something much, much worse. [A soft laugh.]

Oh. [The elf lightly touches his face as he remembers cutting into it.] I had been afflicted by song. It was such an awful thing. I ... I didn't like it much. I'm sorry that you had to suffer under someone who was under the song's power.

[starwhore]

Luckily I'm awesome. Kind of a... space cowboy. Who sometimes steals things. Or takes things that people left behind. Finders keepers, man.

[Peter makes a little face, cause yeah. Sadly he was the one being sing song crazy.]

Ehh, I was actually in the same boat as you. Hurt someone, scared em more than anything, they had to knock me out to stop me from killing them. [And he takes a bit to put down, he can take a bit of a beating.]

[barebacking]

I fear I do not know what a cowboy or how that relates to space. Still, I believe that is fine. What good are sentimental items when the person is dead or gone? It is best to be given to those that can appreciate them than left to gather dust.

[He makes a small noise.]

I see. I am glad that they were able to stop you from doing so. For an outlaw, you seem too kind a person to be able handling killing someone.

[starwhore]

Don't worry, if I explained it it'd probably make even less sense. And see, see, you get it! Though usually I'm giving the items to dudes who'll give me a lot of money so someone else can buy said item.

But hey, a guys gotta put fuel in his ship and buy food alright?

[And oh Yaha, you sweet crazy cinnamon roll.]

Me too, man. Though I'm not that nice. I mean I've straight up killed dudes before. Though they're usually assholes, one hundred percent. Or they're trying to kill me. So I think it's fair.

[barebacking]

We all have to do what we must to live, yes.

[Another laugh.]

Indeed, it is fair. You were only defending yourself or ensuring that the world did not have to suffer from their kind anymore.

[starwhore]

That's exactly it. One hundred percent.

[Peter you are a liar. But hey, usually people shoot at him first, he just runs as fast as he can back to his ship and makes a get away... if a few people get shot in turn it's their fault.]

[barebacking]

Of course, it is.

I'm sorry for what I said before about Bones and you. I can see that you did your best for him.

[starwhore]

Hey, no hard feelings. I did pretty good, saved him and Jim from being fish food when the big angry fish dicks were trying to kill everyone.

[And totally aggitated poor Bone's hurt arm too, but hey, important part is he saved them from fish dudes.]

So how'd you and Bones meet up then? He's not exactly a ball of sunshine and making friends.

[barebacking]

Oh, yes, them. I am happy you were able to safe him.

[He sighs, softly.]

I was ... wandering through this place. I heard his voice and everything faded away. I immediately fell in love with him. I felt this warm burst inside of me and I wanted to always have him be close, to always have him be happy. He said that it would fade... and I told him that it wouldn't. But it did. I feel as though I let him down and wanted to do something for him. [Sadly, he could never quite work up the nerve to lock Bones down in the basement and slowly feed him pieces of animals until the man lost his mind and became hopelessly in love with Yaha just so the eternal torment would.]

I suppose I cared very deeply for him in my own way.

[starwhore]

[... huh. So then Yaha was effected by whatever had Jim being all crazy jealous at him some time ago. Some love struck thing. The Techs were weird with what they decided to do to fuck with people sometimes, honestly.]

Yeah? Guess in this place it's kinda hard to tell sometimes. We never know what the hell the Techs are doing with us. To us.

[Peter knows that well enough.]

Sorry he's gone, man. I mean, better he's not in this shithole, but you know. Feelings and stuff.

[barebacking]

Feelings do weigh down upon a person.

Heavy and even though you do not feel the shattering of your bones, you do wish for them to break so you can attribute the pain to something a little more real.

[starwhore]

Ehh, maaaaybe?

[Yeah, yeah Yaha has a few screws loose, but that had been obvious before this. Maybe just a life long poet?]

I think it'd be easier to not feel pain at all. Physical. Mental.

[barebacking]

To burn it out?

To force all memories free?

That's so exhausting... and those feelings have to go somewhere.

[starwhore]

Well if you didn't feel anything it wouldn't be exhausting.

[barebacking]

I suppose not.

It would mean that it didn't mean anything ... and that is even sadder.

[starwhore]

...

Yeah. Guess you're right.

[Man this got depressing.]