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Putting my adoptive brother's phone in the microwave. It was fun, but...

Uh. He wasn't amused.

Swerving right instead of left.

I fled to New York.

Trying to make friends with Boyd certainly didn't work out well.

[Has to laugh at that...a little.]

You mean if you could go back and not do it you would?

What would that change for you?

You mean if you could go back to that exact moment you'd make the choice to stay?

You think it was stupid to try?

Overly optimistic, perhaps.

It's tough making friends when you're of my kind.

[Yep that's right, Liv is drinking hot sauce from the bottle. The sort that would make spice enthusiasts cry with pain. Is there such a thing as a spice enthusiast? She raised an eyebrow.]

I hear you on that one. What do you mean your kind?

Probably not. It was fun, and he had insurance on it.

Not quite human anymore. *He raises an eyebrow back at the sight of the label.* Which I may not be alone on, considering what you're drinking.

Well I'd have done the same thing to my brother. I wouldn't call it stupid though, more like...creative!

What else have you done?

[Liv pauses for a moment. There never was a good way of explaining this and he was either going to think she was crazy or believe her so here it goes.]

I can't taste anything unless there's about seven little hot peppers next to it. Side effect of being a zombie.

Edited 2016-06-18 15:53 (UTC)

A zombi, hmm? You don't look rotten. *He shrugs.* I'm in no place to disbelieve, though, being a wendigo and all.

I'd still have my car.

If I don't eat brains I start to look and act a lot worse. Trust me.

What's a Wendigo? I came across one playing Final Fantasy 8 on my ex boyfriends PlayStation but I'm pretty sure they were blue ape like things.

Well they say everything happens for a reason. I think.

Vandalism wise?

That's--a long list. Or to Lijh, specifically? I mostly just tease him. He gets flustered easy.

Any sort in particular?

The Wendigo is a legend of the natives of Canada. Depending on the tribe it can be all sorts of cursed person, hunger demon or spirit of starvation. *He grins.* In my case it's essentially a curse, although I quite like it.

Being a wendigo is certainly better than being a corpse, which was my other option at the time. Not a lively one like you, either.

That I don't know, knowing how things worked out.

But I understand that the act of it, the motivation for doing it, was me basically behaving like a teenage girl and throwing a temper tantrum. I'd like to think that I can behave with more maturity instead of just running away when bad things happen.

You believe that?

~Oh, only one?

Hm.

Focusing on looks.~

I miss teasing my brother. Between the two of us we should share some great annoyance tips.

If you had asked me a year or two ago I would have said yes but now I'm not so sure. My life got a little complicated.