Re: tandy & holly; the music store
A year made a bunch of different. Never were truer words more... thought. Holly was doing the 'hiding in plain sight' thing, and he wasn't stupid enough to think the military wasn't keeping him in their sights, but there was fuck all he could do about that, so he just tried to lie low and seem like the most boring bitch on the planet. So, yeah, run a music a store, and do some cam, and appear fucking dull and in no way special. Like, right now? She was far enough into the store that he wasn't worried about her light show, and if someone noticed the theatrics? Well, it wasn't him. But there wasn't anyone outside, and he wasn't stressed, so no one was freaking out around the building, and everything was chill and status quo for the time being.
"Hey, you do you," he said of jailbait or not-jailbait or looking jailbait, because he'd been selling his digital ass when he was way-illegal, so he wasn't going to get on her about whatever she was doing. Like sex workers everywhere, Holly didn't think any of the shit was wrong, you know, as long as consent was happening, and he thought everyone had a right to make money however they wanted. It was her body, right? "Six dollar drinks are such a fucking waste of money," he added, because that was something he found too terrible to imagine. His dad had imbibed the rent and food money every fucking month, so, yeah, fuck people spending money on booze.
But, yeah, right, knives. "Okay, so for some reason your body just produces glowing knives, which is one of the weirdest fucking superpowers ever," he said honestly. "And, fine, fine, I take back the scientist insult to your old man. So, light knives it is. It's better than a lot of the alternatives, I guess. You can touch people. I met someone who couldn't. And you don't need blood to survive, and you don't, IDK, turn into some grey cloud of fucking death and destruction. At the end of the day? I guess laser knives aren't so bad. Are you gonna do anything with it, or...?"