[Some idyllic paradise you got there. Minus....whatever the hell that robot shit was they saw back in Murkwell Hollow. That part hadn't sprung out of Richie's mind, for sure and for shit.
This also stings for reasons far less fantastical.]
Could have used some of that miracle cure about 12 years back. Mind sharing with the class how you all fixed it?
Really? I spent about a month thinking you were a master assassin. If you weren't so fancy free with that guitar I might have second guessed you again.
[And of course. Must have been nice. It was probably the same way anyone dealing with Polio from the early twentieth century might look at the time he came from. Wistful envy. There hadn't been much to do when his father started getting gaunt, getting wispy and rasping for air from a gummed up larynx. It's been twelve years but the trips to the hospital wards could jump back as fresh as yesterday's dinner.
You just needed a few decades, daddy-o, you jumped the gun and got to running the mortal rat race too early to stand a real chance.]
you know it's the kind of thing you're aware of, but it sits at the back of my head most of the time. What did you have to worry about, if you never got sick and the sky always did as you pleased?
[ At some point, the jovial, easy atmosphere drops. Because Red unknowingly stepped into a sore spot for Richie Tozier, while he unknowingly ( or— perhaps, purposely? ) twists her words and makes them sound harsher than she'd like to hear them.
Cloudbank had always been her city, after all. Flaws or otherwise. And flaws it did have, considering the entire town was empty and everything she knew was destroyed even before the Storm came, but— ]
Absolutely nothing. We had a paradise. [ But admitting that would be bending to his will, apparently. ]
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This also stings for reasons far less fantastical.]
Could have used some of that miracle cure about 12 years back. Mind sharing with the class how you all fixed it?
thanks for not succumbing to blackmail
It's just something we never had to worry about. [ Until now. ] We were a city that voted for the color of the sky. [ Disease isn't really an issue. ]
i can be kind................
[And of course. Must have been nice. It was probably the same way anyone dealing with Polio from the early twentieth century might look at the time he came from. Wistful envy. There hadn't been much to do when his father started getting gaunt, getting wispy and rasping for air from a gummed up larynx. It's been twelve years but the trips to the hospital wards could jump back as fresh as yesterday's dinner.
You just needed a few decades, daddy-o, you jumped the gun and got to running the mortal rat race too early to stand a real chance.]
you know it's the kind of thing you're aware of, but it sits at the back of my head most of the time. What did you have to worry about, if you never got sick and the sky always did as you pleased?
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Cloudbank had always been her city, after all. Flaws or otherwise. And flaws it did have, considering the entire town was empty and everything she knew was destroyed even before the Storm came, but— ]
Absolutely nothing. We had a paradise. [ But admitting that would be bending to his will, apparently. ]
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You serious? Not even tax hikes?
[Because your dead boyfriend is haunting a sword, but he's polite enough not to state the obvious. Not like he'd get an answer there anyway.]
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Absolutely.
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lord all mighty red, you couldn't be more cagey if we boxed you in irons
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What are you implying?
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Just don't ask questions that you're not going to want to answer yourself. [ And then call her cagey!! ]
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And I've never lied to you either, what gives?
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Nothing. Don't worry about it.
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was home really all that terrible that you can't talk about shit except the color changing skies?
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And going off her hesitation (and in no small measure, projecting from his own)]
...and you think some of it might have followed you here?
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But can she get mad at a guy who seems genuinely afraid for her?? Probably not. Begrudgingly, sarcastically— ]
Wasn't the Storm supposed to take care of all of that? [ That technically answers the question. ]
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[In some cases less "people" and more "motherfucking problem"]
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I thought you weren't going to pry. [ Stop prying, Richie. ]
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okay
[probably better to just save his skin at this point. Leave it at that.]