harrow.

[enfangs]

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[enfangs]

[he blinks.]

You... have a compulsion to check people's hands?

[bonetiddies]

I am most compelled, yes.

[enfangs]

... Well, I sure hope everyone's washed their hands for your sake, then?

[bonetiddies]

Ew. I hope so, too.

[Anyway.]

Have you learned anything? Noticed anything unusual?

[enfangs]

Just the stuff related to where I stayed last night. Nothing outside of that, this week.

[bonetiddies]

A pity. Us as well. There was an alcohol smell in the medbay at night, and in the morning, the pods appeared cracked.

[enfangs]

Yeah, I got no idea what that means.

All the books in the library ended with "And then they all lived happily ever after...", and this morning, they all turned into self-help books covered in blood.

[bonetiddies]

Oh. Odd. That is is worth keeping in mind, I think.

[enfangs]

Yup. Though a lot of people here could probably use some self-help, so who the hell knows what it's referring to?

[bonetiddies]

[She laughs just a little - kind of a surprise there.]

Shall we solve the murder by determining who needs it the most?

[enfangs]

[he grins in return.]

Damn, that's hard. Who do you think would be at the top of the list, then?

[bonetiddies]

[She. . . pretends to count in her head and then looks at him, as though suspicion is dawning in her eyes.]

Hmm. I wonder indeed.

[enfangs]

[...

deadpan,]

Need me to find you a mirror, Harrow?

[bonetiddies]

[lol]

I don't know what you mean.

[enfangs]

I'm sure you don't, just like I also have no idea what you're thinking.

[bonetiddies]

The truth will out eventually, you know.

[enfangs]

You sure about that?