I was thinking paper so I didn't have to look at you any more, but okay. [ C'mon, as if Nix would ever truly want rid. He lasted what, six months before he turned up dripping wet and in miserable need of his friend. He couldn't last the rest of his life. ]
What do I get if you die? The farm, right? Are you sure you wanna leave it to me? It'll be wrack and ruin in no time. I don't even know how to mow the grass properly.
Maybe I should just shave my head so you wouldn't have to see the hair if that's the issue, but I can do with paper. Do I get holes for the eyes, at least? I think I should get that much.
(Dick snorts with laughter this time around, and clicks his tongue against the top of his mouth.)
Technically the farm is half yours, so I can't really give it to anyone else. You might want to sell it, then. Move into the town house.
Maybe we should have a lesson in lawn mowing this weekend. I'm quite the expert.
That's what Nix's expression screams anyway, all startled eyebrows and mouth in a straight line. ] You know what, this conversation is depressing me. You're gorgeous, you don't need a bag over your head. A gag to stop you talking, maybe ...
[ That's true. ] Nah, I'll just let the lawn grow over after your passing and then tell all the kids that you're haunting the place. I could make a killing come Halloween.
That's what Nix's expression screams anyway, all startled eyebrows and mouth in a straight line. ] You know what, this conversation is depressing me. You're gorgeous, you don't need a bag over your head. A gag to stop you talking, maybe ...
[ That's true. ] Nah, I'll just let the lawn grow over after your passing and then tell all the kids that you're haunting the place. I could make a killing come Halloween.
(A wide grin spreads across his face at the other's reaction to his suggestion. He'd had his head shaved once as a young boy. (His sister had gotten gum in it, he'd been fourteen and furious with her, but it was the easiest thing to do.) But he knew that he didn't look anywhere near decent without hair. But Nix' reaction was well worth the threat.) You know, whenever you've mentioned gagging me in the past, it's been in a different context.
(He drawls out the words, and then laughs.) They know I'd be a nice ghost, they wouldn't be scared.
Don't make me think about that in front of the kittens. [ They're practically his children now, Dick. ] Anyway, can you blame me when you're saying all kinds of crazy things? I'm of a delicate disposition you know.
[ Or so say half the nice old ladies who've fallen for Nix's dark looks. ]
Nah, nice in real life means you've got all that pent up meanness to come.
Have you taught them to speak english, or are they mind reading kittens? (Dick looks down at the ones sleeping in his lap, and runs a hand over one, a small smile appearing at the way it shifts towards him more.) You're about as delicate as a concrete block, Lew.
(And he says that with all the fondness in the world.)
Why would I want to be mean to the neighbour kids? They're sweet.
[ He pulls a face. It's a pretty childish face. Never let it be said that Lewis Nixon is a mature man. ]
You know what, I was feeling pretty loving towards you today. Because of the kittens and all. But you're killing the buzz. Maybe I would thank you in the best way I know now.
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What do I get if you die? The farm, right? Are you sure you wanna leave it to me? It'll be wrack and ruin in no time. I don't even know how to mow the grass properly.
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(Dick snorts with laughter this time around, and clicks his tongue against the top of his mouth.)
Technically the farm is half yours, so I can't really give it to anyone else. You might want to sell it, then. Move into the town house.
Maybe we should have a lesson in lawn mowing this weekend. I'm quite the expert.
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That's what Nix's expression screams anyway, all startled eyebrows and mouth in a straight line. ] You know what, this conversation is depressing me. You're gorgeous, you don't need a bag over your head. A gag to stop you talking, maybe ...
[ That's true. ] Nah, I'll just let the lawn grow over after your passing and then tell all the kids that you're haunting the place. I could make a killing come Halloween.
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That's what Nix's expression screams anyway, all startled eyebrows and mouth in a straight line. ] You know what, this conversation is depressing me. You're gorgeous, you don't need a bag over your head. A gag to stop you talking, maybe ...
[ That's true. ] Nah, I'll just let the lawn grow over after your passing and then tell all the kids that you're haunting the place. I could make a killing come Halloween.
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(He drawls out the words, and then laughs.) They know I'd be a nice ghost, they wouldn't be scared.
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[ Or so say half the nice old ladies who've fallen for Nix's dark looks. ]
Nah, nice in real life means you've got all that pent up meanness to come.
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(And he says that with all the fondness in the world.)
Why would I want to be mean to the neighbour kids? They're sweet.
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You know what, I was feeling pretty loving towards you today. Because of the kittens and all. But you're killing the buzz. Maybe I would thank you in the best way I know now.