[ The thing that scares him the most is exactly how many good memories he has here. It's not that he hasn't been screwed over by the House– he doesn't think anyone could claim that feat– because he certainly has, but most days, there's plenty of things he’s learned to enjoy. Maybe it's because he spent so damn long at the Baratie, with only his fellow cooks for company, the monotony of cooking the same damn menu day after day slowly wearing down his sanity? Or maybe it's just the complete lack of any positive memories from when he was a kid?
Either way, it's a little soothing to hear he's not the only one that maybe likes being here better than he probably should.
He grins at the partition, then chuckles, giving his head a little shake as he another long drag on his cigarette. ]
I still go looking for the staff only areas and try to find whatever I can that might get us out from this shitty resort, but… not as much as I did when I first got here. It's like… all the shit that being here involves is just normal now, you know? [ He can still remember when the resort mixed up everyone's rooms and he handled random doors sprouting up in his room like they were no big deal, while the new arrivals were busy freaking out. ] It's all normal and I've learned to enjoy this place, I guess, as crappy as whoever’s running it is. But– yeah, I haven't forgotten about the things I've gotta do back home, either.
[ Another long drag and he looks up at the ceiling, debating which memory to talk about. There's one that springs to mind pretty quickly. ]
You remember a couple of months back when people were turning into monsters and there were zombies down on the lower floors? [ Hard to forget that, all things considered, but maybe Ranga managed to avoid the chaos by staying in his room? ] I, uh, got turned into a vampire during it. Didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late.
[ Knowing how that turned out now, he's not sure he'd do anything to stop it, either. ]
Anyway, a, uh, friend I'm pretty damn close with stumbled into where we holed up and one thing led to another and I turned her into one of us. [ That part had definitely been sordid, but it isn't really the focus here. ] A side effect of the whole thing was we had this bond that let us feel each other in different ways. Like what emotions they were feeling and stuff.
[ There's a slight pause as he takes another, longer drag on the cigarette, free hand playing with his lighter, before continuing. ] The thing lingered for a month after we were back to normal. Anytime I cooked her dinner or we went somewhere or did, shit, anything we knew how we both were feeling.
[ It had been pretty damn special, all things considered. ]
And, yeah, I still think about it sometimes, you know?
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[ The thing that scares him the most is exactly how many good memories he has here. It's not that he hasn't been screwed over by the House– he doesn't think anyone could claim that feat– because he certainly has, but most days, there's plenty of things he’s learned to enjoy. Maybe it's because he spent so damn long at the Baratie, with only his fellow cooks for company, the monotony of cooking the same damn menu day after day slowly wearing down his sanity? Or maybe it's just the complete lack of any positive memories from when he was a kid?
Either way, it's a little soothing to hear he's not the only one that maybe likes being here better than he probably should.
He grins at the partition, then chuckles, giving his head a little shake as he another long drag on his cigarette. ]
I still go looking for the staff only areas and try to find whatever I can that might get us out from this shitty resort, but… not as much as I did when I first got here. It's like… all the shit that being here involves is just normal now, you know? [ He can still remember when the resort mixed up everyone's rooms and he handled random doors sprouting up in his room like they were no big deal, while the new arrivals were busy freaking out. ] It's all normal and I've learned to enjoy this place, I guess, as crappy as whoever’s running it is. But– yeah, I haven't forgotten about the things I've gotta do back home, either.
[ Another long drag and he looks up at the ceiling, debating which memory to talk about. There's one that springs to mind pretty quickly. ]
You remember a couple of months back when people were turning into monsters and there were zombies down on the lower floors? [ Hard to forget that, all things considered, but maybe Ranga managed to avoid the chaos by staying in his room? ] I, uh, got turned into a vampire during it. Didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late.
[ Knowing how that turned out now, he's not sure he'd do anything to stop it, either. ]
Anyway, a, uh, friend I'm pretty damn close with stumbled into where we holed up and one thing led to another and I turned her into one of us. [ That part had definitely been sordid, but it isn't really the focus here. ] A side effect of the whole thing was we had this bond that let us feel each other in different ways. Like what emotions they were feeling and stuff.
[ There's a slight pause as he takes another, longer drag on the cigarette, free hand playing with his lighter, before continuing. ] The thing lingered for a month after we were back to normal. Anytime I cooked her dinner or we went somewhere or did, shit, anything we knew how we both were feeling.
[ It had been pretty damn special, all things considered. ]
And, yeah, I still think about it sometimes, you know?