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[incubo]

[ when the feed begins, finch is sitting cross-legged on his bed, a pile of fabric in his lap that's probably the jumpsuit. he's holding one of the legs in a hand and there's a needle stuck through a seam that he's evidently been repairing. finch himself looks tired, drawn, a little too thin (he's definitely not eating often enough, though that's at least in part his fault), and his hair's pulled back with a few fruit-shaped clips, exposing vivid copper-colored eyes.

he tugs the needle through the seam, fingers rolling the tiny bit of metal between them as he glances back up. ]

I was thinking, you know, I oughta' get another tattoo. [ in the tank-top he's wearing, it's evident that he has a number of tattoos already, but-- ] I've been getting one every year since I could first sweet-talk my way into the chair. [ he ties the knot off, breaking the thread with his teeth and then shoving the jumpsuit aside. he brushes the tip of the needle over his thumb, pricking it lightly, before reaching across the device to set it down somewhere. he leans back again, then, licking the drop of blood off his skin with a shrug. ] It's a weird kinda'.. thing I do. Because I haven't killed anyone. 'Cause I'm still alive. 'Cause I'm not anyone's pet sex-monster. [ a quirk of his mouth, leaning back on his palms. ]

--Anyway, if I do--and I know there's people on this tub that can do it--it's gotta' be unique, you know? I could, uh, use some help with ideas. Just saying.

[ another shrug! then he reaches up, turns off the feed. ]

Comments

[godofthemachine]

As tempting as it sounds to be a participant in your little feeding frenzy, I'm afraid I still couldn't trust you.

But... tell me more about this incubus pet you mentioned.

[incubo]

I dunno' what to tell you, man. I mean, I don't know why you think you'd be the first I'd kill here when I haven't killed anyone in years. But suit yourself.

I don't know much more about him. I mean, that was a long fuckin' time ago. I know he was passed down a few emperors or something, then one of them killed him.

[godofthemachine]

Perhaps I'll think on it.

What a shame, the poor boy was killed. But I suppose once someone outlives their usefulness, it's inevitable.

[incubo]

[ you, sir, are a creep. also a potential dinner source, though, so he'll just.. keep quiet about that.. ]

Pretty sure it was a matter of jealousy rather than outliving use.

[godofthemachine]

[No don't kill AM. :( ]

Jealousy. Hardly surprising. Such a thing drives humans to great acts of violence, to war.