He asks you about the tapestries on the walls, mostly. You can't answer even half of them! They're just things you've ganked over the sweeps, the sort of cloth that's too pretty to just let molder on a corpse. You don't know the age of them, or the dates they were used, and you definitely don't know anything about how they were made.
"I can show you where I got 'em, though," you offer, and he blanches, stammers out a quick refusal. "You sure? 'cause, like, I got books 'n shit to keep track.."
No, he doesn't want to go into the catacombs. He's got the same issue as Castor, you guess: the ghouls and revenants and walkers don't bother you none, but Pheres seems antsy at the mere mention of the real dead filling up the crypts. He'd probs shit his pants if you mentioned the fact they kept getting up.
(Especially in the areas he's so curious about. Once you get far enough in the tomb, you start hitting the flooded areas, and there isn't a single thing down in those levels that isn't infected by fungus, alive or dead. Sometimes you overdose on antifungals and head down there, on account of the fact you've found some of the best shit, but even the squeakbeasts'll try to infect you down there.)
Once he establishes you don't know jack about the tapestries, and no, you're not going to sell them, the hell would you do that for - he moves onto everything else. The weapons on your wall, the few books above your coon, the masks and clothes and prosthetic horns you've got piled all around...
Half of it, he doesn't want to buy. (Not that you'd let him. What use do you have for caegars, when you've got water and food galore down here?) He just wants to talk about it, and it's baffling, but you roll with it. You never get to talk to people aside from Marduk, though you've been trying to play nice and make friends on Fleetbound. Conversation of any sort is new and exciting.
Eventually, your digestion sack starts to rumble, and you have to get up to eat. There's a box of jerky that you stole last time you were on your route, and you start chewing on strips. Your pan is saying it's time to go to bed, so you'll be awake right and proper for the deliveries today.. but you don't want to sleep!
Any moment now, Pheres is going to realise it's about time he turned tail, and leave. You don't want to waste the time he's here sleeping, so. You won't.
Eating makes for a lull in the conversation. You put out a strip of jerky for your mom, who scrambles down your arm and onto the ground to devour it, and then you offer one to Pheres.
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He asks you about the tapestries on the walls, mostly. You can't answer even half of them! They're just things you've ganked over the sweeps, the sort of cloth that's too pretty to just let molder on a corpse. You don't know the age of them, or the dates they were used, and you definitely don't know anything about how they were made.
"I can show you where I got 'em, though," you offer, and he blanches, stammers out a quick refusal. "You sure? 'cause, like, I got books 'n shit to keep track.."
No, he doesn't want to go into the catacombs. He's got the same issue as Castor, you guess: the ghouls and revenants and walkers don't bother you none, but Pheres seems antsy at the mere mention of the real dead filling up the crypts. He'd probs shit his pants if you mentioned the fact they kept getting up.
(Especially in the areas he's so curious about. Once you get far enough in the tomb, you start hitting the flooded areas, and there isn't a single thing down in those levels that isn't infected by fungus, alive or dead. Sometimes you overdose on antifungals and head down there, on account of the fact you've found some of the best shit, but even the squeakbeasts'll try to infect you down there.)
Once he establishes you don't know jack about the tapestries, and no, you're not going to sell them, the hell would you do that for - he moves onto everything else. The weapons on your wall, the few books above your coon, the masks and clothes and prosthetic horns you've got piled all around...
Half of it, he doesn't want to buy. (Not that you'd let him. What use do you have for caegars, when you've got water and food galore down here?) He just wants to talk about it, and it's baffling, but you roll with it. You never get to talk to people aside from Marduk, though you've been trying to play nice and make friends on Fleetbound. Conversation of any sort is new and exciting.
Eventually, your digestion sack starts to rumble, and you have to get up to eat. There's a box of jerky that you stole last time you were on your route, and you start chewing on strips. Your pan is saying it's time to go to bed, so you'll be awake right and proper for the deliveries today.. but you don't want to sleep!
Any moment now, Pheres is going to realise it's about time he turned tail, and leave. You don't want to waste the time he's here sleeping, so. You won't.
Eating makes for a lull in the conversation. You put out a strip of jerky for your mom, who scrambles down your arm and onto the ground to devour it, and then you offer one to Pheres.