Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly kinda expected shit like light knives, ngl, and he'd been here precisely three seconds. But he already knew his dad here had died some weird kinda way. Gramps was a vampire who hung out with, like, elves and wizards and witches, not to mention IDK some religious deity girl who didn't use contractions. Shit was weird, and he wasn't sure how you could grow up here and not think about that stuff as normal. I mean, he got that it fucked with people? He saw it, like, daily, but it just didn't make any fucking sense to him. If this shit had become normal to him in a few years? Then how couldn't it be normal to people who'd been born here? But that had nothing to do with light knives. It just had to do with his own confusion. And Tandy was old enough that maybe light knives were like schizophrenia or something, yeah? Which had an onset, generally, in early adulthood. Anyway, right, light knives.
"Sorry. We're never gonna see eye-to-eye on decaf." He lifted his shoulders in a shrug that wasn't really apologetic. He was right about the coffee, Tandy. Just accept it. "It tastes like shit." No lie, and another shrug. He was joking, but also not, because decaf tasted fucking horrible. "Your taste buds are seriously lacking." This from the guy who lived on chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, but it was whatever, and he rolled his eyes a moment later. "The puppy doesn't have to think or be animated. Think of it like one of those neon cactus everyone likes to buy and stick on their walls. Only, you know, a puppy. Because I gotta be real with you? If you could animate shit? That would increase the level of weirdness and danger here by 100%."
But the whole thing about rules? Bullshit, at least as a whole. "There aren't any rules. At least not universally, and that's my point. We don't work the same, which is what I was telling your boy when he was here. Travis never left here. Ever. He like brain stole someone else somewhere else, and you can't even guarantee he'd get back if someone KO'ed him again. You do some weird fucking switch. I'm just here. Someone else might be able to cross timelines like they're walking across the street. The point? Is the rules aren't the same, which means the effects aren't the same, which means we don't know jack shit at the end of the day. I got sent back once, during some fucked up town party, and I ended up right back here after. Why? Because dead me apparently had to hang out for the night, so it's something like I can only be somewhere I'm not. Or something."