Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

It was Atton's first day on the job. So far, it wasn't too hard.

Admittedly, half the reason he wasn't doing too badly was that he'd yelled "FIX IT YOURSELF" at the zombie band the first three times someone had lost a digit, and after that, they'd left him alone. He was left eyeing the bottles, contemplating what kind of bartender he wanted to be.

Doing flashy tricks seemed like a great way to never get to laze out during any bar shift, ever. So that was out.

Maybe he'd do 'broody in the corner'? He'd just have to kick Tino out of it first.

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[suitably_heroic]

"Oh," Atton recognized. "You've got friends like those."

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[wrongkindofsith]

"Yes." Aw, look, she had no hesitation calling them that, she'd grown as a person.

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[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, most of mine wound up dead," Atton said. Idly.

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[wrongkindofsith]

"I still don't know how they haven't." Permanently at least.

Possibly it was because they weren't quite as incompetent as you assumed, Cara?

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[suitably_heroic]

"They're really, really lucky?" Atton suggested. "...Then again, so was one of mine."

And then she died.

But he was over that.

Really.

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[wrongkindofsith]

Totally.

"It's the only explanation that makes sense."

No, it wasn't.