fandomtownies | The Fourth Sin

The Tick walked into the Sin, looking for someone. Spotting Becky behind the desk, he set a large box down by the doors. A small, purple dragon sat on the box, ~~taking a nap~~ guarding it.

"Hello, Becky," Tick said, walking to the desk. "How are you tonight?"

Becky arched a brow. "What's with the lizard?"

"Oh, he's my roommate. He's a dragon. Lockheed," he said to the dragon, "this is Becky. Becky, Lockheed." Lockheed seemed vaguely surprised by Becky's face. Her similarity to his friend wasn't too interesting, though, so he just nodded politely.

Looking rather confused by something, Tick said, "Err, you made an offer last time I was here. I'd like to take you up on it."

Becky tried to think of what he could be refering to.

"Offer?" She glanced at her ledger. "Well, there are girls available tonight, if that's what you mean."

"Actually, I was wondering if you could spare some time," Tick said, still clearly pondering something.

Becky's brows shot up.

"Ah, well...thought you didn't want that, but...." Becky shook her head, looking baffled, and shrugged. "Okay. You want I should use the cuffs, or anything like that? And I need you to sign the waiver."

"Huh? OH! NO!" Tick's cowl didn't show off much of his face, but what could be seen was bright red. His antennae shot straight up in surprise. "Err, last time I was here, err, about the sign. Um. You said that if I ever wanted to talk, I could stop in. And talk. I'd like to talk. If you have a few minutes."

"Oh, okay," Becky replied, going back to filing her nails as though nothing had happened. "Shoot."

"I've been kind of confused recently. Things haven't gone the way I expected here." Tick took a deep breath. "What do you think of Destiny?"

Might as well get straight to the point.

"Doesn't exist," Becky said immediately. "I've seen too much of randomness of people to believe that we're all controlled by some sort of fate or deity or whatever."

"Not at all?" Tick looked shaken. "What if it wasn't controlling you? What if it was just a lit path? Something that you could ignore and you could take another path? Do you think that's possible?"

"Well, then that's not destiny," Becky reasoned. "That's a person's free will to make his or her choice."

"Huh. I... I guess you're right." Tick looked defeated.

"Then what does someone do if they've followed Destiny this far only to find out it's a sham?"

Becky's features softened ever so slightly. "Then that person is now aware that they're their own person, and they can make their own choices," she said almost gently. "Where they go from their is their own decision."

Tick stared ahead for a minute before responding. "I'm not sure I even know how to do that. I always heard Destiny very clearly in my head."

Tick looked at Becky. "If that's not Destiny in my head, then what's that voice?" he asked, partially to himself.

Becky bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying what she wanted to.

"Maybe your conscience?" she tried.

"Huh. That makes sense." Tick looked much better at that moment than he had all night.

"I'm really sorry to spring this on you like that. I've just been really confused recently, and I was walking past the building, and I thought of your offer to talk..."

"I promise to start with something a bit cheerier next time." Tick said, grinning slightly.

Becky laughed.

She laughed, and laughed, and when she could finally breathe again, she said, "Sir? This was a perfectly cheerful conversation given what I'm used to. Don't worry."

Tick stared at Becky for a quiet moment. "I hope we never talk about something you find depressing." He allowed himself to chuckle a little bit.

"Thank you, Becky. I think you really helped me out a bit with this."

"Sure," Becky shrugged. "No big deal, hon. Anytime."

"You might not know it, but it is a big deal," Tick said, smiling.

He saw Lockheed coming out from the kitchen looking stuffed. "I have to finish getting that costume together, so I should probably be going. Have a good night, Becky!"

"Uh huh, sure thing," Becky said lazily, going back to her nails. "Bye bye now."

Miho looked up, attempting to convey with a look that she and the purple thing could watch the desk if Becky wanted to 'talk' to the blue man for a few minutes. They had gingerbread. It would be fine.

Miho comes out from the private area carrying a plate of gingerbread. She eyes the very large blue man with his antennae and his purple lizard warily.

Seeing the gingerbread, Lockheed perked up and gave a hopeful grunt.

Miho tentatively leaned over and offered the purple thing a piece of gingerbread.

Lockheed bowed respectfully and took the offered gingerbread. After trying it, he squealed happily.

Miho approved of the purple thing. It had good manners. She had lemon sauce in the kitchen if it would like some, so she gestured for the purple thing to follow her.

The purple thing figured that if this giver of treats wanted to lead him somewhere, he was following happily.

The giver of treats led the purple thing into the kitchen, where she took a bowl of lemon sauce out of the fridge and poured some of it on a piece of gingerbread. Then she gave the gingerbread to the purple thing.

Lockheed tried the lemony gingerbread. It tasted much better than he could have hoped. When he finished his bite, he gave a big grin and nod to indicate thanks.

He was so coming back here again.

Miho nodded at the purple thing and leaned against the kitchen cabinets to eat her own lemony gingerbread.

The Fourth Sin - Wednesday Night

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