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Always sage advice.

I was lucky enough to have met a kind old man who force fed me a lot of good advice.

...that does sound like Dad. He'd protest the old part though.

I'll tell you a secret, I may tease him for being old as the hills, but I'd much rather have him in blissful denial of his age than crotchety.

Me too.

*shivers* Dad being crotchety is a scary thought in my opinion. I won't tell though. *grins*

I don't think your dad has it in him to become aged and bitter. He's just not that kind of man.

No he's not. Which is a very good thing.

He's a good guy and so are you, Uncle Justin

You're much like him.

Thank you.

*beams at him*

You're welcome, my dear.

But what if you like the danger?

Hmm, thats trouble and complicated.

There are a lot of different flavors of danger, for instance. Some you'll regret more for indulging than others. Also, do you just like danger? Is it a preference or is it more of a compulsion?

I suddenly wonder if I'm being psychoanalyzed. It's cute.

Trouble and complicated sum up my life.

I don't need it to live. I do accept it's part of the life I lead and what I am.

Oh you have no idea, I can be downright adorable when I want to be.

As for the questions, I think they're a good thing. We seem to be afraid of difficult questions. I don't know if it's the challenge or the fear of being wrong, but people tend to shy away from them. It's tragic.

Be still my beating heart.

I don't mind. I just may not give the answer most won't. I've not hidden the things I've done, the person I've been and will be. I worked too hard to be what I wanted to let fear stop me anymore.

So why are you warning about the company one keeps?

It's okay, I've run into that problem before and there are remedies for that, you know.

I know people much older than you who aren't that mature. It's refreshing.

Some of the people around here got me thinking about associations. People choose to be associated with a questionable person for one reason or another. The questionable person, usually, perhaps even inevitably, does something questionable and the associator is somehow shocked. Just makes me think people should be more selective with their company.

Edited 2008-08-30 06:11 (UTC)

There was a time when I didn't have a beating heart at all but currently those are past.

I might be older than I seem.

Oh dear God, you don't mean the useless lot that go around trusting Hank and then being shocked when he acts like, well, Hank? Given the hell that man put me through, I find anyone that gives him the time of day to definitely be the sort you want to think twice about associating with.

It's hard to imagine you heartless. Possible, certainly, hell could even be plausible considering we're newly acquainted and I don't know you well. But still, hard for me to picture.

You might be, but then again, I might be and the ... friends I had in mind are a couple centuries old.

A gentleman doesn't name names. But lets say, for the sake of argument, that you read my mind. What has the cyborg done to you?

You might be very surprised the things I can do and I'm capable of. I like that you don't see it though. Also, I meant quite physically. I have a form wherein I have no beating heart. Or I did.

... Okay then. I'm not quite that old.

I can't do that anymore either, sadly enough. He developed some sort of crush, I was in love with another. His reaction was pitiful to say the least and he then began taking potshots at me for not bending to his world view of the world. Quite what he seems to be doing to Norrin now.

Fascinating. Might I inquire, what were the advantages of this heartless form?

He's an interesting character, the cyborg. Also, I'm not really surprised by any of that.

Solid diamond. At one time thought to be completely without weakness... until I was shattered into a million pieces.

It's why I'm no longer surprised by two things. The lengths he'll go to... or the number of times new people will trust only to be betrayed.

Huh. Struck with a diamond weapon?

Bullet to be exact. Not my most shining moment, pun intended.

Heh, I'll bet. Good that you were able to ... reassemble ... for lack of a better term.

Good friends, in truth. It's lost now.

*Drunk like woah.*

Why though????

*notices*

You're asking me why you should be wary of the company you keep?

Uh...

yes...

>___>

*nods*

Well, suppose you're a little chemically altered and you run into a guy who you think seems nice enough, but really, he turns out to be a blood thirsty psychopath.

*blinks before grinning.*

You seem nice enough. *Drunk grin*

Of course I do.

And you're cute... so hi... *may or may not be be fiddling with the front of Justin's shirt now.*

*he smiles sharply* So I am, but I'm not easy. You haven't brought me a drink yet.

You want a drink? *His words are slightly slurred, but he's all grinny.*

I'm not easy either. *Technically a lie, but not really as he's only ever slept with one person. *

Unless there's a glass already in my hand, I pretty much always want a drink.

And beware people that come baring offers too good to be true.

Oh yes, because usually, they are.

Nearly always.