Well if you're good, then I'll be there when you do I guess.
[Is he going to remind Alan some other time? Probably.
He goes back to folding his crane, finishing it off though it certainly isnt as nice as his usual, a little lopsided perhaps and he'll finally reach for an oreo, delicately separating the two cookies to he can eat the cream first.]
Don't let me forget I'm not supposed to eat all of these...was gonna save some for Vinny.
[ Alan doesn't seem pressed he's out of the loop. He does grab the little, half-bent crane, holding it up in the middle of the TV that's got the aliens transforming into humans. ]
I'll write you a list. I've been busy with the nicknames.
[Hanna leans back on his palm so he can get a clear view of the TV with their new main character.]
Vinny is Vincent Smith, you know, the priest? I wanted a different nickname between him and Vincent Valentine. Though I really think between the two no one would believe me if I said I was dating 'mall-goth vampire'.
somehow me having a cultist boyfriend sounds more credible.
"Have you met Mr. Valentine? He's not actually a vampire. He just dresses like one. way too serious. He has a pretty subtle sense of humor at least but I think he likes to pretend he doesn't have one." And he can't imagine Vincent actually being interested. It was a bit of a stretch for him still to figure out why Vinny was, but he's starting to get used to it.
"I'm pretty sure Vinny doesn't like being a part of the order, but his god can actually like...manifest her creepy, terrifying self on earth, so it isnt a matter of just getting out, it's like, God's got her fucking eye on you. I dunno. That's fucking terrifying."
Alan cringes slightly at the prospect, tries not to think too much about Tom the Diver, and decides to sink just a little bit lower in his spot, hair no longer tucked neatly behind his ears like it usually is.
"Yeah. I mean, he wasn't mincing any words when we talked about it." It wasn't like he'd ever lied about it either. The amount of honesty around most of that had been a little surprising, but maybe that's just because Hanna's first instinct is to come up with bullshit.
"You think it'd be weird to ask him if he's ever thought about going anywhere different when he graduates? Like. I don't want it to sound like I'm asking him to move in with me, that's a little fast, but...who says God can follow him across dimensions?"
Might kill two birds with one stone to get out of the order and leave God behind in his own world.
He turns his head a little so he can actually look at Alan, the subject of Vinny bringing up a question he'd been nervously chewing on since they'd gotten back on board.
"Also...and I am so dead serious about this, dude. Do you use like...fuckin' endearments with your wife? Call her babe and shit? How do you pick one? I feel like I'm thinking about it too hard and if I use the wrong one I'll sound stupid."
Alan gets two questions, and he stares at Hanna for a second, like he isn't quite sure what the other's saying. It's been a while since he's been this high, man. He holds up one finger.
"Not weird, sounds like a hell hole." He holds another one up.
"I've been married for--" Shit. How long had he been trapped in the Dark Place? "--a while," he settles, "So yeah, I use terms of endearment with my wife."
Any ounce of seriousness Hanna had bleeds into a laugh as Alan stares at him with that look that can only read as 'I am way too high for this'. That's okay, Alan.
"A while is a very specific number, Mr. Wake." He teases, grabbing another oreo to separate it and eat the cream first, "what do you call her then? Are some better than others?"
"Babe, honey, it depends on the mood. And hers. I'm not going to call her babe when she's mad. You know how it is," he says, and then a thought occurs to him.
"Are you asking me because you've never done this before?"
Hanna doesn't look embarrassed, just a little surprised. Did he look like the kind of guy who was used to being in a relationship? He didn't think so.
"Oh...yeah? I kind of figured that was obvious. Though I guess I did lie to Blitz about having some kind of anti-sex curse when we first met so he would stop coming on to me but that backfired horribly so maybe it's less obvious than I thought?" Who wants to go out with a tiny, obnoxious ginger anyways? Apparently Vincent.
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God, that felt the worst. Like how it feels when you're getting possessed.
[He doesn't seem at all bothered by the subject matter, big smiles back at Alan.]
Free shot all yours.
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I get where you're coming from but I don't actually want to fight you right now.
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[Is he going to remind Alan some other time? Probably.
He goes back to folding his crane, finishing it off though it certainly isnt as nice as his usual, a little lopsided perhaps and he'll finally reach for an oreo, delicately separating the two cookies to he can eat the cream first.]
Don't let me forget I'm not supposed to eat all of these...was gonna save some for Vinny.
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[ Alan doesn't seem pressed he's out of the loop. He does grab the little, half-bent crane, holding it up in the middle of the TV that's got the aliens transforming into humans. ]
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[Hanna leans back on his palm so he can get a clear view of the TV with their new main character.]
Vinny is Vincent Smith, you know, the priest? I wanted a different nickname between him and Vincent Valentine. Though I really think between the two no one would believe me if I said I was dating 'mall-goth vampire'.
somehow me having a cultist boyfriend sounds more credible.
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"I would actually believe the mall goth more."
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"I'm pretty sure Vinny doesn't like being a part of the order, but his god can actually like...manifest her creepy, terrifying self on earth, so it isnt a matter of just getting out, it's like, God's got her fucking eye on you. I dunno. That's fucking terrifying."
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"Sounds more like a cult than anything."
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"You think it'd be weird to ask him if he's ever thought about going anywhere different when he graduates? Like. I don't want it to sound like I'm asking him to move in with me, that's a little fast, but...who says God can follow him across dimensions?"
Might kill two birds with one stone to get out of the order and leave God behind in his own world.
He turns his head a little so he can actually look at Alan, the subject of Vinny bringing up a question he'd been nervously chewing on since they'd gotten back on board.
"Also...and I am so dead serious about this, dude. Do you use like...fuckin' endearments with your wife? Call her babe and shit? How do you pick one? I feel like I'm thinking about it too hard and if I use the wrong one I'll sound stupid."
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"Not weird, sounds like a hell hole." He holds another one up.
"I've been married for--" Shit. How long had he been trapped in the Dark Place? "--a while," he settles, "So yeah, I use terms of endearment with my wife."
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"A while is a very specific number, Mr. Wake." He teases, grabbing another oreo to separate it and eat the cream first, "what do you call her then? Are some better than others?"
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"Are you asking me because you've never done this before?"
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"Oh...yeah? I kind of figured that was obvious. Though I guess I did lie to Blitz about having some kind of anti-sex curse when we first met so he would stop coming on to me but that backfired horribly so maybe it's less obvious than I thought?" Who wants to go out with a tiny, obnoxious ginger anyways? Apparently Vincent.