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- >Be Anon, working around the house on a sunny Thursday afternoon with some music playing in the background.
- >Beady, on the other hand, is in the room she commandeered for her taxidermy/art/biological experiments. Or at least she was.
- >She's kicking it in the den right now, on the couch
- >Your house/human hideaway/fortress of Evil and Pancakes is currently a ghoulish museum of stuffed dead animals, skeletons, and various specimens in jars
- >Some of them are animated. Not sure how the little minx managed that trick, but they can mix drinks and clean.
- >You're not letting them cook anything but toast, though, after the Potatopocalypse.
- >You rarely get pony visitors anymore, other than the recent run of weirdos who started paying money to see you. Which suits you fine.
- >You flop down on the couch next to her for a breather with a couple of beers. You're long since out of Newcastle and Kirin, but the local stuff's grown on you. She edges away slightly.
- >girl likes her space. You toss her a beer.
- >You sit there in silence for a while, sipping your brews. You look at her out of the corner of your eye, and see her head bouncing slightly to the music
- >"Whats' the name of this piece?" she asks.
- >"Song."
- >"Whatever." She finishes her beer. "What's the name?"
- >"'You Look Like a Jew,'" you say.
- >"No, I look like an owl," she says. What sense of humor she has is both ultra-dry and just a bit morbid. You're honestly not sure she's joking.
- >"No, that's the name of the song. By Pussy Galore." The playlist segues into the next song. "And this is "Cunt Tease." Same group.
- >"Vulgar." You listen to it for a while. Once again, she's sort of barely nodding to the music.
- >"So what do you think?" you ask her. You pass her some jerky you keep in a bowl. No idea what animal it comes from, since cows are sapient here, but it's teriyaki flavored
- >Just as well. Cows are decent people.
- >She thinks for a moment.
- >After a long, long pause, she finally says, "My observation--it's atonal. Discordant, grating. Harsh, and irritating. Complex."
- >One of her animated skeleton/muscle golem things wanders by, sweeping up the floor.
- >You've nicknamed the little things "scutters," since they seem to share their creator-programmer's morbid personality, it's their function and that's what they remind you of.
- >When they're not under orders, you see them in the back quietly playing cards. Or just staring out the window and brooding.
- >You wonder if she'd appreciate Red Dwarf.
- >"The music reminds me of you. What you say your world was like," she says.
- >She's munching her jerky absently.
- >"You find me irritating?"
- >"I find everyone irritating," she says.
- >She simply lacks a filter and says whatever she thinks. You asked a question, she answered honestly.
- >You don't take it personally, If she didn't like you or get something out of this, she wouldn't be here with you in the first place.
- >"Another beer?" You hand her another, and she takes it without a word.
- >The playlist comes to the end of the Pussy Galore set and goes into Naked Raygun's "Soldier's Requiem." "Anon?" Beady asks.
- >"Yeah?"
- >"Would you mind if we listened to Pussy Galore again?"
- ****
- >Peep enters the room where you and Beady are drinking beer and mostly sitting in companionable silence.
- >"'Sup, guys" she says. Beady says nothing, but inclines her head slightly.
- >Oh crap. "Just a sec," you say. You get up to randomly tap this next track on your laptop's music playlist before it can quite register with Peep.
- >You're not sure 'Pigeon Kill' is going to go over well with her. At the very least, it's in poor taste.
- >You sit down in time for the next song to begin pouring through the den's speakers.
- >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY [Embed]
- >Oh crap. You get up and try to stop the track. Unfortunately, the player is lagging and unresponsive.
- >Fucking iTunes is a POS, man. In all seriousness it is
- >Peep's jaw drops in shock as Tom Lehrer's melodious voice echoes through the house, discussing the finer points of birb-murdering.
- >And squirrels, because fuck squirrels.
- >You look up up at an unfamiliar sound--Beady's chortling. You almost never hear it, and she's got an interesting laugh.
- >iTunes finally gets the bug out of its ass and stops on its own. Shit. You look at the stricken expression on Peep's face.
- >"I can come back later?" she offers.
- >"Can we maybe rewind back to the point where you came into the room and just start over again? And pretend you didn't hear any of that?" you say sheepishly?
- >Beady's howling with laughter now.
- >Fucking drunk owlpones, man.
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