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Pick Your Poison, Monday

You'd think the glam would wear off the big axe at some point, but you'd be wrong. It was a big axe, and Margo was a badass. You think she wouldn't milk the shit out of that?

So today marked the introduction of the shop's new mascot. It was big. Had a funny face doodled on it. Made of wood, a couple of limbs sticking out haphazardly.

And Margo, dressed up in one of her nicest purple dresses, was menacing the shit out of it all day.

"I finally get why some people get so into meditation," she said, swinging the axe at an arm. "Like, really beginning to feel the vibe."

... welcome to Pick Your Poison, folks. It still sold lotions and shampoos and things that smelled nice.

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Walk around the magician with the axe.

Or go straight at her, we don't own your life.

"Still enjoying your new toy, I see," Eliot said, swinging by with a bag of take out around lunch time.

What? Retail workers got lunch breaks too, didn't they?

"I think I'm really starting to get the hang of this!"

Margo buried that axe into the pole.

Eliot jumped ever so faintly at the sound it made, then slung the take out bag onto his wrist so he could offer her a golf clap.

"Ready for a break? Axe practice requires fuel."

"That depends," Margo said. She left the axe sitting in the dummy as she half-turned to face him. "Have you brought me some treats?"

Eliot let the bag slip back onto his fingers and held it aloft for her. "Would I dare interrupt your axe time if I hadn't? I don't have that much of a death wish."

"I do love it when you bring me tribute," Margo sighed. She advanced on Eliot with her hands outstretched. "Gimme."

"Your majesty," Eliot said, giving her a deep, dramatic bow as he handed over the bag. She'd find ~~very moddable~~ high quality Korean food from the mainland inside.

Margo picked through the bag with the dainty yet discerning consideration of a queen. "Acceptable," she said, with a smug smile that said she was more than happy. "Gone Grubhubbing, have we?"

"I'd have picked it up myself, but alas." Eliot draped himself artistically across the counter. "Work."

Wherein he'd made friends with an incense holder. Such a busy day.

"We're all chained to something," Margo said, grabbing a container. "Aw, you got me galbi. Now I'm all homesick."

"Only the best for my Bambi," Eliot said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "And how has the 'nice smell' business been treating you today?"

"Ugh, it's boring," Margo said, rolling her eyes with a smile as she leaned all the way into him. "Nobody shows up, so I just have to stick to maiming the dummy."

"That's tragic," Eliot said, rubbing her shoulder soothingly. "The dummy isn't even a moving target."

"I know," Margo sighed. "I'm almost begging for some monster to show up and pick a fight. Not a big, scary, fuck-up-our-day monster. Just an adorable murder thing with some claws and a lazy eye or something."

“That does seem like the sort of thing this island would have on occasion,” Eliot said. “Maybe in the woods?”

"Maybe I could find an Alot of axes?" Margo suggested.

"That sounds . . . absolutely terrifying. There's probably a whole herd of them."

"Sounds like fantastic target practice," Margo said, with a grin and a shrug.

"Mmmhm. And you lecture me on being reckless," Eliot said idly.

"What are they going to do, scratch me?" Margo asked, looking up at him with a doubting eye and her eyebrows raised. "They wouldn't dare."

"You're assuming an alot of axes would respond to intimidation."

"Have we met?"

"We have," Eliot said. "The alots have not. Unless you've gone wandering without telling me?"

She couldn't pretend to be indestructible with him. He might have died way more often than she had so far, but she hadn't not died a time or two herself.

Margo sighed. She shook her head. "I saw an alot of rabbits once," she said. "It was weird, like some kind of fucking mutant."

Eliot grimaced at the mental image that name conjured. "But think of the messages it could send."

"I tried talking to it," Margo said. "I regret it."

"Oh dear," Eliot said. "What did it ido?"

A prelude to the twins.

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