[catchall for molly mucking around ]

[messybench]

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[headmt]

[wouldn't he be gri-maul-ce

becuase he's the purple one?

anyway, he's just going over to the sink at the edge of the room, moving a little stiffly.]

Mm. Last time was, oh, say. Three weeks ago, now? Four?

[messybench]

[ i dont know the mcdonalds lore ok leave me alone ]

You dead or something?

[headmt]

I do forget who I've had this conversation with here, now.

[messing around with something in there, running the water over it. it sounds metallic.]

Yes, I'm dead.

[messybench]

And you died by stabbing? Woof, that's rough. [ buddy. ]

Anyway, samesies, I guess. Both on the dying and losing track of who knows. But, uh, stabbing still hurts?

[headmt]

Big man with a big weapon, yes.

[Though - he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at the second part.]

You too then. Interesting. Is that what you're here for? Your wish? [...] You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. It's prying, I know.

[messybench]

If it makes you feel better, my death was way dumber than yours.

[ .... ]

It's gonna come out eventually, so whatever. Me and some other mediocre humans were basically being tortured forever. Every time I figured it out, the demon would reset our brains so we'd have no memory of it. Forever. It wasn't working out for anyone, because I kept figuring out his stupid scheme, so he tried to change things up. And well, I thought this would be better than eternal torture. Turns out it's not great!

[ also she wants to save the other humans but she'll never admit it ]

[headmt]

[well firstly

what the fuck

secondly

bummer?

Molly just absorbs this, tail flicking a bit, mulling it over.]

Seems a terribly good reason to be here.

[messybench]

Yeah, but I basically just traded in one torture chamber for another. A hornier one.

[ yikes!! ]

If that makes you feel any better about your whole situation.

[headmt]

Will you be insulted if it almost does?

[...]

It's-- something of my nightmare to be stuck for eternity doing gods know what.

[messybench]

Uh, yeah. I didn't tell you about my tragic sob story so it could almost make you feel better.

Yeah? What happened to you post death?

[headmt]

Alright, fair enough.

[He appreciates the sob story gesture!!! Enough so that he's clearly going on a face journey while he debates whether or not to spill more of his own at her. he isn't bothering to like, hide it either.]

Depends who you're asking. If you're asking me, about ... I don't know. Nothing. Big fat nothing and then I end up here. If you're asking Beau, slightly different story.