The Fourth Sin, Tuesday Night

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod, had done a little bit of research into Halloween and had spent the day preparing for the holiday. He set out a very large bowl of chocolate, as well as little bottles of massage oil, feathers and little containers of body paint. Anything else that was offered to trick or treaters was strictly a business deal between the trick or treater and the offerer.

[ooc: Last two links are NWS!]

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[fates_jaye]

She considers this. "Hm. On one hand, it means having to get a car. On the other, it means not having to drive my house around. I think it's a possibility."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Vans aren't very fuel efficient," he said helpfully. "You might want to get something smaller."

[fates_jaye]

"Like a Geo?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Or a bike?"

[fates_jaye]

"But that takes energy."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Not if you tied it to the back of something?"

[fates_jaye]

She nods, doing that pointing thing iike she likes the way he thinks. "I like the way you think."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. You've got a good brain, too." Which wasn't the same thing, but he meant it as a compliment.

[fates_jaye]

"Thanks," she says. "The trick is sometimes taking it out for walks."

She looks at the Snickers in her hand like the sugar intake is to blame for her being weird.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod might have been in Fandom just a little too long. "Um, metaphorically speaking, or on a leash?"

[fates_jaye]

"Metaphorically. At least to my knowledge."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good," he said, looking relieved, "because I was having a hard time imagining what that leash would look like. Or maybe a harness. Either way, I imagine it would be very squishy."

[fates_jaye]

"I think it would have to look like a muzzle," she says thoughtfully. "What does that say about me?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"That you think your brain can talk?" Jarod asked poking at the chocolate.

[fates_jaye]

"Well, it might tink the purse needs talking to," she shrugs.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Can you just put your brain in your purse?"

[fates_jaye]

"But there might be lint," she says, frowning.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Would it be able to hear through a bag? Or you could dust it, first." He suggested.

[fates_jaye]

"But then what happens when it demands that you only tote it around in like, a Fendi or something? I wouldn't trust my brain not to give me attitude," she says.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"You could say no? I mean, you wouldn't want your brain to be spoiled, right?"

[fates_jaye]

"What if it gives me those Precious Moments eyes, though?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"What are Precious Moments?" Jarod hadn't had time to stop in at Hallmark. "And why would your brain give you their eyes? Like in tupperware?"

[fates_jaye]

"Precious Moments are these creepy little religious figures and drawings who are all cute while like, a lion tugs at their diaper or something. But they have these huge eyes like they're ready to cry any second," she says, wrinkling her nose. "And I never considered the tupperware thing, but now I am, thanks."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He shuddered theatrically. Or maybe vibrated from the sugar, it was hard to tell. "Glad I could help."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye shakes her head, trying not to smile. "Have I monopolized enough of your time yet?"