psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

[he at least detaches fairly easily, slowly sliding off of her back as if he's suddenly lost the ability to have a skeletal structure. he flops down onto the wall, where he hangs over it on his stomach like a rag.]

Mrmm.

[perching like a gargoyle, glancing over at him-- so unimpressed.]

...This really isn't that bad. You're being a baby.

He says Monster's not supposed to go outside.

[he slides backwards a little so that he's hanging off the wall, fingers clutching the edge. at least he looks like he has more bones now, but his face seems to flicker a little every time he looks at someone for too long. he's subconsciously taking on their appearances.]

Sometimes Monster does and he gets in bi--ig trouble. Grown-ups aren't supposed to see Monster.

Yeah, well 'he' isn't here, is he?

[watching Monster's little weirdnesses out of the corner of her eye]

Besides, everybody should learn how to get around the city. It's an important skill to have.

[his hands momentarily turn into something more claw-like as he scrambles back up the wall to sit properly next to her.]

Tabby Mom knows all about the city?

[maybe she'll sit more like a person too, then. Moving to where she's no longer perching, plopping down so her feet dangle over the edge]

Yep. All about it. Only reason I'm-- [oh, ha. almost said 'still alive'] --still around.

[he absently picks at a new scabbed-over scratch on his face. his bandages could use a change, and his fingers are getting kind of smudgey. but he, like usual, doesn't notice. he's busy thinking.]

If she doesn't get in trouble... Monster won't get in trouble... Hrmm, Monster doesn't think the voices know about monsters and tabbies like he does. That's good...

[she absentmindedly goes to swat his hand away from his face-- her attention actually on watching the street. she's listening to him, but... following what the hell he's talking about gets harder when she's a little distracted]

Huh? What voices?

[he fidgets a little when his hand gets swatted away, but he goes right into pointing at some of the people passing by. his face is no longer shifting.]

The people. The fleshy ones, uhm...

[she hopes the fact that his face is acting solid now is a good thing. It's less creepy, anyway.]

Oh.

[...a bit of a snort] 'Voices' is probably the last thing I'd call them.

What does Tabby call them...?

[he ends up sticking that finger in his mouth. at least he can't chew on it, I guess.]

Wastes of space? Losers? Pricks and motherfuckers?

[best rolemodel ever, right here]

Tabby Mom does not like them.

[noted. kicking his heels back and forth against the wall.]

Yeah, well. They don't deserve to be liked.

[and, yeah. hey. she points at Monster as the thought builds]

--And that's what you need to learn first about the city, and all the shitheads in it.

[he smiles a little, wobbling back and forth while he hums something in his head (that... she can hear, since he thinks in other people's brains and all). then he manages, sounding a little like it's rehearsed...]

Humans are trash. They will act without remorse~ And so we do before they do unto us, because the ones bound in flesh are but lambs and there's enough to go around.

[he looks very pleased when he finishes that little blurb, there.]

[first, she looks the kind of surprised that might be a little like impressed. But then, as Monster goes on, something abruptly changes. Like she recognizes this.

She's fixing him with a very sharp look, all of the sudden]

...Where the fuck did you get something like that?

That's what He says. Mrrm, Monster's Dad. He always says things like that.

[he looks at Tabby, then... reaches up to try patting her hair.]

Monster doesn't know if it's true. Monster has only met the little ones! They are nice to him, so he does not mind them very much.

[but then he looks away, frowning a little.]

The big ones taste really good, though.

[she's still a little unsettled--something to think about later, maybe--but Monster manages to reassure her quite a bit otherwise. Something about the the hair-patting, and seeming like he really isn't as indoctrinated as he sounded for a second there, and... well, she really can't argue with that last part.]

They're just... useless. And dangerous. So... no eating anybody here, since you have a choice about it.

'Kaaay.

[he stretches. Monster is a good monster and won't eat anyone. C:]

[well, at least he's good about listening.]

Hey, you wanna go explore some more?

[now that... y'know... he has bones]

Mm, okay!

[he seems much more okay about this now!]

Where are we going, Tabby Mom?

[awesome, maybe she won't get her hair pulled this time]

I dunno. That's why it's called exploring.

[standing up on the wall, she stretches]

Ex-plor-ing~! ♪

[he hops up and clambers his way up her side and onto her back. his clinging is quite effective.]

Jesus--!

[she wasn't expecting to be climbed while standing on a wall. He's not exactly the heaviest thing ever, but he still almost throws off her balance and makes them both fall. Thankfully, she manages to save them with a little bit of flailing]

...Warn me the next time you're going to do that.

[and then, once she's sure she can do so without landing on her face, she'll hop back down to the street with her little monster backpack]

Oh, Monster's sorry. He'll say next time!

[he makes himself comfortable with all the jostling back there. he's still hiding behind her hair here and there, but with less severity. if Tabby says he won't get in trouble, he will believe her!]

...oh! Monster just remembered. The nice Viola Lady gave Monster another name.

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