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[nothinglikefather]

it's one and the same.

Well, it's still a bloody awful mattress in a damp room in this damn place, so it's not exactly Buckingham Palace. Just a little less shite.

No, playing house. When you get home your pipe and slippers will be waiting for you.

[redrighthanded]

is that what you're calling it now?

[nothinglikefather]

If you want to stick your "pipe" in me again, I'm really not going to say no. Maybe a bit more gently, this time. So I can see you.

[redrighthanded]

jeez, come right out and say it huh?

[ He's flattered, though. ]

I'm sorry the other time had to be like
how it was
that's not usually what I'm like

[nothinglikefather]

I liked it. I liked it a lot. You know I did. You can do it to me again.

Just not like that every day.

[redrighthanded]

really?

[ The '...' of Hellboy typing appear and disappear a few times as he writes things out then deletes them. ]

I guess I always thought people wouldn't want that

[ Or him, in general ]

[nothinglikefather]

Really.

I know I've not known you very long. But when you bunk with someone, you get an idea of them right? And there's nothing about you that makes me think you're unwantable or anything like that.

[redrighthanded]

you know a lot of big red guys like me back home?

[nothinglikefather]

[ There's a moment, several moments really, before the next message comes in. ]

No?

[redrighthanded]

[ Huh. ]

there aren't really that many where I'm from either
at least not living a normal life

drives some people kinda nuts

[nothinglikefather]

You're not from a place where everyone is a million feet tall and handsome as fuck? I'm sort of disappointed.

Do you want to talk about it? The place you're from?

[redrighthanded]

not much to talk about, it's a pretty normal place

though I guess I'm not technically from there either
it's kind of a long story

[nothinglikefather]

I'll grab some food and you can tell me.

[redrighthanded]

sure, I'm on my way back anyway

[nothinglikefather]

[ Jacob stops by the buffet to grab food. There's strange triangles of tomato-covered bread, chips, various breaded meats, and a few other odds and sods, some he recognises and some he does not. And as such he collects an array of food, enough for both of them and bringing it up to the room, setting it down and sitting back on the new enlarged bed just in time for Hellboy to get back.]

There you are, dear. Dinner is ready.

[redrighthanded]

[ It's been a long and slightly strange day, even for Hellboy. The festival celebrations seem to be difficult to avoid, though he's managed to drag himself away to get a few odd jobs done, which means he can at least afford to support himself for another week or so.

He raises his eyebrows as he steps in the door, closing it behind him and immediately heading over to pick up a slice of pizza. He takes a bite and glances around. ]

Makes the room look bigger.

[nothinglikefather]

[ Jacob is picking at chips, enjoying the thick-cut and wishing there was ketchup to dip them in, but glad just to have a taste of home. ]

It does. You've almost got room to swing a cat in here now.

[He gestures for Hellboy to take a seat] I did a few little favours today, so hopefully that'll get us some better pillows. I think these ones double as pancakes.

[redrighthanded]

Yeah?

[ Hellboy finishes his slice and reaches into his pocket, tugging out a bottle of whiskey. He offers it out to Jacob, then shrugs out of his coat and tosses it onto one of the two chairs by their crappy little excuse for a table. ]

Figured I owed you a drink. [ He sits carefully on the bed and reaches over for more pizza. ]

[nothinglikefather]

Turns out the black market barter system is alive and well. And there's some flat sheets of wood underneath, between the two beds? Thought it might help reinforce it.

[ He must have looked quite the sight carrying them in, but no one had stopped him or even commented on it. ]

You mean because I shared the brandy? You don't owe me anything, but I won't say no.

[ And he doesn't, but he does take a healthy swallow from the bottle before he passes it back.]

Had a productive day?

[redrighthanded]

[ Hellboy chases the pizza with a swallow of booze -- it tastes like he'll live to regret it, but he doesn't care -- and shrugs. ]

Helped out a few people. Even got paid instead of having someone trying to grab my ass.

[nothinglikefather]

Should I be jealous?

[ Jacob chuckles, picking up what appears to be a sandwich of some sort with a thick slab of baked meat, lettuce, tomato, and cheese. An odd mix, but... it's not bad. ]

[redrighthanded]

[ Hellboy watches him negotiate that sandwich with slightly raised eyebrows. ]

Jealous you're not getting your ass grabbed?

[nothinglikefather]

Not normally many ass-grabbers on the rooftops.

[ He's grinning, taking another bite. It's a sandwich. Its filling between two slices of... very soft bread. With seeds on it. But that's a sandwich, where he comes from.

The modern world might call it a burger, but in the 1860s? They're not there yet.]

Should I be jealous that someone is grabbing your ass, and it's not me?

[redrighthanded]

[ Hellboy snorts a laugh at that and drinks more whiskey. Heaving himself up from the bed again, he walks back over to his coat and starts feeling the pockets for his cigarettes. ]

I dunno. Are you jealous? [ He sounds, if anything, a little surprised at the idea. ]

[nothinglikefather]

[ Now isn't that a question and a half? He'd just been messing around but maybe there is something,
a little twisting jealousy that had inspired him to say it in the first
place. ]

I've got no right to be.

[ Which isn't a yes or a no, but is perhaps just as telling.]