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[priscilla]

Is that weird? You said to contact you... whenever?

And... that I shouldn't feel strange about it?

[redknives]

Ah-- no weirder than anything else you do.

Anyway, I didn't change my mind or anything, so you don't need to... feel strange, or whatever. All right?

[priscilla]

...why do you always say I'm weird?

I'm not odd, really. I mean... well, a little. But not too.

[redknives]

Who told you that?

You're plenty weird, don't be so modest. There ain't anything wrong with me pointing it out when I see it happen.

[priscilla]

[There's a long silence, and then she laughs, softly.]

Okay. Maybe a little.

...I didn't see you at that party. Auction. Thing. I guess you really have become a hermit without me dragging you out.

[redknives]

[A pause, for eye-rolling.]

I'm not a hermit. I just got better things to do with my time than hang out at some dumbass auction.

[priscilla]

Well... so do I!

[redknives]

[...wat]

You're the one who just asked why you didn't see me there.

[priscilla]

...yes.

[...]

And I was there. But that doesn't mean I didn't have better things to do.

[redknives]

I guess they couldn't have been very important, if you were wastin' time at that circus anyway. Not turning into a slacker, are you?

[priscilla]

No, I just... there was something I had to-- well, anyway. Everyone is entitled to a little time off, right?

[redknives]

I guess so, yeah. But you could probably find somewhere less embarrassing to spend it, y'know?

[priscilla]

I wasn't embarrassed. There isn't anything wrong with a bit of charity.

[A pause... and then she goes a little quiet.]

...but I don't want to talk about that.

[redknives]

I didn't mean the charity part.

But all right, if you don't wanna talk about that. I don't really want to either. You got somethin' else on your mind?

[priscilla]

Not really.

I was just thinking about you. So I thought I'd say hello.

[redknives]

...So you did have something on your mind.

[Teasing. A little.]

Checkin' to make sure I didn't vanish or anything, huh?

[priscilla]

Well! I guess... if you count as something.

...how have you been?

[redknives]

If? Why the hell wouldn't I count?

[...]

Anyway, I'm... just fine. Settlin' in all right, you know. No doing anything too stupid. Just waitin' for the next fuckin' monster attack or whatever the hell's coming up.

[priscilla]

Because... because.

Anyway!

Maybe more rats?

[redknives]

Because isn't a-- never mind.

More rats? Hell, I hope not. They were pretty annoying, and way too small to have a good fight with.

Plus they got guns. That's cheating.

[priscilla]

But you have a gun too.

[redknives]

Well... yeah! But that's only for special circumstances. I wouldn't use that thing in a real fight unless I had to.

I don't like usin' regular weapons. They ain't as reliable as what I got.

[priscilla]

Yes, I... remember you said something like that. A few times. While making fun of my sword.

[redknives]

[If she could see him, he would be shrugging.]

Well it is kinda old-fashioned where I'm from. And it's... pretty big for a little thing like you.

[priscilla]

...I'm not that little. Dietrich is shorter than I am, and... Clare was... around the same height and...