[ He's already got one idea: a fishing pole. Vincent will probably abandon it on Earth than bring it back to Etraya but the idea of seeing his face is too good to pass up. ]
[ Not that Vincent can see, but that makes John smile. ]
See you there.
[ He shows up early at the appointed 7-11 with a number of packages. One is thin and very long, another is nearly square, and the last is a thin paper bag that looks about the right size for a book. ]
[ Is he? Eh. Eh! But he does come over to peek at all the presents. ]
I'm troubled, though. [ Did he do enough to say he earned all this? Hm! He doesn't like the idea of being in someone's debt. His nose wiggles in irritation. Normally, he wouldn't be so concerned about it. Normally being something like a year ago. But he can't think that way anymore. Now people can come to collect on real and fake debts. ]
[ He steps forward so that he can take the packages and unwrap them. Of course, he does pause before he starts ripping into them -- his head tilts up as he thinks seriously of what he should say and then goes with: ]
[ Oh, a thank you from Vincent? That feels significant. John moves the packages to be between them. ]
You're welcome.
[ The long package contains a fishing pole, the square one has a fishing vest and a box with lures and other fishing necessities, and the paper bag has a book about fishing. ]
[ When he opens up the long package, he stares at the fishing pole in mild confusion. Does he seem like a man who enjoys fishing? He does come from a lake town, but well, there's a lot of drowned folks in the water that it's best to leave those fish alone.
Do fish dream of horrors? He wonders. But also, it isn't as though John knew that about him. Actually, it's doubtful anyone knows that about him. Moving on -- ]
With so many pockets. What would he even do with all those pockets? Put bait and lures in them? Really? Is that what people do? His expression warps a little as he thinks about that very idea. ]
It's a book. A book on how to fish. Wonderful. Is there even any fish around anywhere to acquire back where they come from? He wonders this earnestly at the moment. His eyes drift side-to-side. There are odd rodents and the like here and there in Etraya. Perhaps, there are fish? ]
This seems like an awful lot of effort for a joke. He doesn't know much about John -- rather he doesn't know his temperament enough to know if this could be a joke or not. He hums as he decides there isn't anything wrong with what he's been given, at least. ]
... very well. How nice ... of you to worry about me...
[ That's exactly the sort of reply John was hoping for. It feels good to have set Vincent on the back foot without having done anything wrong. He clearly has no clue what to make of this gift. ]
I've seen fish in Etraya so you'll be able to catch some there. There's directions in the book about how to clean fish so you'll be able to eat your own fresh catch.
[ He stares down at what he's been given. Letting out a sigh, he is finished with weighing the pros and cons of the situation. ]
Wonderful... I've become a fisherman. [ Priest. Runner. Fisherman. Is there nothing he can't do? He lets out a soft ha. ] Maybe I'll try to get a boat. [ Ha. Well, at least he knows what human flesh tastes like, so he will know what the fish have been eating. Hm, or does he? The way that it was made up, he might not recognize it.
Say what one will about a traumatizing event, but Hannibal did leave an impression of how good certain horrifying things could taste when made right. Just like the fish he will pull up from Etraya. ]
[ He feels like that isn't going to quite happen to him. ]
-- well, this has been -- [ He tips his chin to gesture toward what he now has to carry home and gives it all a mild look of appraisal. He attempts to decide how to name this encounter. Squinting, he isn't sure if he can call it "profitable" but the overall investment that he feels toward John hasn't changed so. ] -- amicable.
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Buy me a few items that are worth five points, then.
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Why?
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I'm a friendly, generous person and you don't want anything from me, so pay me back.
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Buyer's choice.
[ He's already got one idea: a fishing pole. Vincent will probably abandon it on Earth than bring it back to Etraya but the idea of seeing his face is too good to pass up. ]
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I can live with that compromise.
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It should be our meeting spot for all these things.
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See you there.
[ He shows up early at the appointed 7-11 with a number of packages. One is thin and very long, another is nearly square, and the last is a thin paper bag that looks about the right size for a book. ]
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[ How nice. ]
-- I'm touched.
[ Is he? Eh. Eh! But he does come over to peek at all the presents. ]
I'm troubled, though. [ Did he do enough to say he earned all this? Hm! He doesn't like the idea of being in someone's debt. His nose wiggles in irritation. Normally, he wouldn't be so concerned about it. Normally being something like a year ago. But he can't think that way anymore. Now people can come to collect on real and fake debts. ]
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I can take it back if you want.
[ But he hopes not, because it will be so worth it to see the look on Vincent's face when he opens the packages. ]
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No, no, I'll take it.
[ He steps forward so that he can take the packages and unwrap them. Of course, he does pause before he starts ripping into them -- his head tilts up as he thinks seriously of what he should say and then goes with: ]
Hm, thank you.
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You're welcome.
[ The long package contains a fishing pole, the square one has a fishing vest and a box with lures and other fishing necessities, and the paper bag has a book about fishing. ]
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Do fish dream of horrors? He wonders. But also, it isn't as though John knew that about him. Actually, it's doubtful anyone knows that about him. Moving on -- ]
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With so many pockets. What would he even do with all those pockets? Put bait and lures in them? Really? Is that what people do? His expression warps a little as he thinks about that very idea. ]
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"Are you for real?!" Is what the expression reads even if he hasn't said anything in this very silent unboxing of fishing gear and the like. ]
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It's a book. A book on how to fish. Wonderful. Is there even any fish around anywhere to acquire back where they come from? He wonders this earnestly at the moment. His eyes drift side-to-side. There are odd rodents and the like here and there in Etraya. Perhaps, there are fish? ]
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Are you round about way asking me to go on a fishing trip?
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[ Said with a face of pure innocence. John actually does have his own fishing gear but he is not fishing with Vincent. ]
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This seems like an awful lot of effort for a joke. He doesn't know much about John -- rather he doesn't know his temperament enough to know if this could be a joke or not. He hums as he decides there isn't anything wrong with what he's been given, at least. ]
... very well. How nice ... of you to worry about me...
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I've seen fish in Etraya so you'll be able to catch some there. There's directions in the book about how to clean fish so you'll be able to eat your own fresh catch.
cw: cannibalism mentioning
[ He stares down at what he's been given. Letting out a sigh, he is finished with weighing the pros and cons of the situation. ]
Wonderful... I've become a fisherman. [ Priest. Runner. Fisherman. Is there nothing he can't do? He lets out a soft ha. ] Maybe I'll try to get a boat. [ Ha. Well, at least he knows what human flesh tastes like, so he will know what the fish have been eating. Hm, or does he? The way that it was made up, he might not recognize it.
Say what one will about a traumatizing event, but Hannibal did leave an impression of how good certain horrifying things could taste when made right. Just like the fish he will pull up from Etraya. ]
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Good idea. Nice way to get some peace and quiet.
[ There's only peace and quiet in Etraya. That's the joke. ]
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[ He feels like that isn't going to quite happen to him. ]
-- well, this has been -- [ He tips his chin to gesture toward what he now has to carry home and gives it all a mild look of appraisal. He attempts to decide how to name this encounter. Squinting, he isn't sure if he can call it "profitable" but the overall investment that he feels toward John hasn't changed so. ] -- amicable.