Just feels kinda... selfish, wantin' to be the One and Only source'a your happiness. Not a bad possession to hold mind ya, but who knows what'll happen? We already had to load a grizzled old merc into your OS-- what if one day ViMa loads someone or another and ya decide ya want a giant polycule gig? [ He chuckles in genuine amusement, and samples some of the closet thing Var could create to mini pigs in a blanket. Damn, why do cooked bugs always taste so unfairly... good. Seriously, something that ugly should not be so delicious. ]
That's just one example, mind ya; point is I'm not worried about you traded up, cuz it's not a trade at all. You find someone else ya love? Don't mean ya gotta stop lovin' me. We just gotta hash it out, ya feel me? And just cuz ya figure it won't come up, doesn't mean it won't. This kinda deal? I don't wanna win by default. And it's only fair if we both got the same freedom. Don't mean I'm gunna go scopin' bars for tail mind ya-- never do get a chance to work up too much of an apatite with you around
[ The third facet of matrimony is probably the one that needed most clarification for the ghoul; it's a particular tightrope his beliefs walk, tied up in contradictions, pulled taught between Morals and Wants. ]
But yeah, in terms'a that other stuff? I'm not seein' a need to merge our bank accounts exactly [ That's a metaphor, no one has actual bank accounts anymore-- and in Hancock's experience, it typically ends up a huge point of contention anyway. Having to feed yourself (and your kids) can be such a drag when most food is either poisoned, expensive, or both. ]
And I'm pretty sure we can keep doin' what we're doin' with the housing thing. My old place and our place are across the damn street so... guess I can skip over convincin' ya to move into my city, huh?
[ From his hat, Hancock takes one of those colorful plastic tubes with a doobie inside. He sets the bright pink cylinder on the table and spins it, like a game of spin the bottle for two; even his inclination to fidget has taken a romantic turn. ]
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That's just one example, mind ya; point is I'm not worried about you traded up, cuz it's not a trade at all. You find someone else ya love? Don't mean ya gotta stop lovin' me. We just gotta hash it out, ya feel me? And just cuz ya figure it won't come up, doesn't mean it won't. This kinda deal? I don't wanna win by default. And it's only fair if we both got the same freedom. Don't mean I'm gunna go scopin' bars for tail mind ya-- never do get a chance to work up too much of an apatite with you around
[ The third facet of matrimony is probably the one that needed most clarification for the ghoul; it's a particular tightrope his beliefs walk, tied up in contradictions, pulled taught between Morals and Wants. ]
But yeah, in terms'a that other stuff? I'm not seein' a need to merge our bank accounts exactly [ That's a metaphor, no one has actual bank accounts anymore-- and in Hancock's experience, it typically ends up a huge point of contention anyway. Having to feed yourself (and your kids) can be such a drag when most food is either poisoned, expensive, or both. ]
And I'm pretty sure we can keep doin' what we're doin' with the housing thing. My old place and our place are across the damn street so... guess I can skip over convincin' ya to move into my city, huh?
[ From his hat, Hancock takes one of those colorful plastic tubes with a doobie inside. He sets the bright pink cylinder on the table and spins it, like a game of spin the bottle for two; even his inclination to fidget has taken a romantic turn. ]