I mean, some people get big into the winter thing, like it's their favorite or best season, you know? Not me, I'm Autumn through-and-through, but also I like the springtime a lot.
But this year, feels like winter's going to do a big old winter thing.
[Bunny's nose twitches slightly, as he lets out a bit of a laugh as well. If Palmer's paying attention, there's something of a smell around the young man that doesn't entirely make sense. Like rabbit fur, perhaps.]
Oh, man, someone's got to write that horror novel--or screenplay!--if they haven't done yet. Research station in Antarctica receives a shipment just as the sun goes down for the long winter, with nothing in it but a coffin...
*For a moment Palmer wants to complain that he's not a vampire, but that would be a bit too weird.* I was actually at one of those stations for a while. Just a mechanic, but still. Winter down there fucking sucks, and it's all switched around from our side of the world so it starts in May or some shit.
Right, that makes sense. Don't want to be caught in a place like that with a clogged toilet all through the dark months. Or anything else that's broke, neither.
Oh! Of course you are. I'm, ah, Bunny. Most people just call me Bunny.
[He considers giving her his other name, the name that's on the fake ID he carries, but that seems inappropriate. They are what they are, though he's not entirely sure she's like him. He was made a rabbit--he thinks she might maybe always have been one.]
In a way. Big people forget about the little people, man. The ones who actually keep the wheels turning. *He smiles slightly. It feels nice for someone to think he's important, even someone who seems a little off. Palmer is more than slightly off himself, after all.*
Big people forget they ever was little people, especially. They get big and want to stay so big as they can, right? Doesn't matter who has to get hurt to make it happen. It's just the law of the jungle, like Kipling wrote.
The real thing is crueler than any from a story, I'm afraid. *Why does this guy smell so much like rabbit, anyway? It's starting to get to Palmer a bit. He forces his tongue to stay human, not to become a snake tongue or something in his search for that smell/taste.* Humans could be better, in any case, and yet . . .
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