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[pikuni]

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11:11 pm
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[pikuni]

Yes :-)

[ghostface]

( literally just, ) why?

[pikuni]

Why not? You are my favorite thing to look at.

[ghostface]

how many pictures of me do you have on your phone that i don't know about?

[pikuni]

How many pictures of me do you have that I don't know about?

[ghostface]

( touché. )

that's different.

[pikuni]

You will have to explain the difference to me, then. :-)

1/2

[ghostface]

[ghostface]

okay, maybe it ain't different but i ain't got your face, uncle.

[pikuni]

If I wanted to stare at my own face, I would. I like looking at yours because you are beautiful.

[ghostface]

you're beautiful. i'm just here.

[pikuni]

So I am a liar?

[ghostface]

well, you're a man, so.

[pikuni]

You are thinking of your white men.

[ offensive ]

You are the most beautiful thing here, to me. My little happiness, yes?

[ghostface]

i ain't got any white men. they're bodies.

( to fuck, to kill. )

you got bodies, too.

[pikuni]

[ he thinks to argue, that you don’t go back to a body time after time unless you think it belongs to you. he choses not to. ]

I have less bodies here than you think.

[ghostface]

do i get to be one of your bodies?

[pikuni]

No. You are more than that.

[ghostface]

your boy, then.

[pikuni]

This you always are. My boy, my song, my soul.

[ghostface]

i ain't a very good song or soul or boy.

( like he's not said it enough. like if he says it another time or two or three, good stab will believe him eventually, as if that's the problem. )

uncle, i think you're more like wakinu than i am.

[pikuni]

No one is asking you to be good, are they? Just that you be mine.

[ghostface]

don't you wanna know why?

[pikuni]

[ after a moment, ]

Why?

[ghostface]

when wakinu was exiled from his tribe for his fight with wakini, he got lost in snow country. he left a trail of snow that stretched from earth to the sky and his people forgave him 'cause he forged a path to the bridge of the dead, that led to the eternal hunting grounds.

i think you're that bear, uncle. i think i am the dead thing that came before the snow in the sky. you can't forge anything in a dead thing, but i'll still be your boy.