Who: Edward and the Landlord What: discussing business involving murder. Where: the Landlord's place ow owww When: after the big scary threat post. Warnings: I'm pretty sure they're both clinically insane. this will probably wind up locked in the future. Notes: Edward likes killing people and getting away with it.
Henry made a fuss about it. He objected, flitting back and forth between the bathroom mirror and the one in the hall while Edward searched the apartment for his coat. His response to Henry was a snapped, "How can you lose my fucking coat in such a fucking empty apartment, you stupid fuck?"
Henry gave up. He settled back in the unconscious, pretending it wasn't happening. Edward had implied, yes, that he was doing unsavory things to a multitude of people, but he'd never done anything without knocking Henry out first.
He claimed it was a character-building experience. Henry whined something incomprehensible and covered his ears, or whatever the mental equivalent was. Mirrors and metaphors were easier to handle.
Edward looked at himself in the mirror and grinned (and was more than pleased when his reflection grinned back instead of looking downtrodden). He was patient. He was so goddamn patient, and now, finally, he was getting somewhere.
He was very excited about the business arrangement he hoped to make. And, alright, he hadn't flirted mercilessly with the Landlord for no reason. But Edward had interests, and Henry had been protesting for so long he'd started to listen.
Whatever. Edward left the apartment, locking the door in the very slim chance someone came by and discovered that there weren't actually two people living in there, given the amount of food and clothes strewn about, and went into the lobby. Was it too cold to stand outside? Hardly. He pushed the doors open and stepped out onto the sidewalk to wait for the car.