I just listened to My Chemical Romance’s unreleased song and I think I might cry.
You and me both.
Someone has stolen my horse’s leather head collar. I will have blood.
Maybe you should check the Hermes cabin?
I think I might just be alright then. I mean, they voted Hitler into power. I think I’m going to make it a professional job. Yeah, it sounds like something Marvel would make. [He started to toast the bread first, and then turned back to her. He watched her sitting ontop of that counter and he half wished he was back at the club with her, partially just for an excuse to touch her again.] I mean, I still could, but the amount of people I’ve promised I’ll quit the cannibalism thing is unreal…
Yeah, but that’s because he was like, fixing their economy and shit. You’ve got to have some sort of “I’m a good guy” facade. Being a dream crusher? I’d hire you for like, birthday parties then. [She absentmindedly fiddled with the tips of her hair, taking a moment to glance around the kitchen. It was a tad bit lighter compared to the rest of the cabin, probably because the kitchen is one of the only rooms where seeing what you’re doing is actually essential. Alana turned back to Blaise when he started talking again, smiling slightly.] You’ve got to be a man of your word, because there’s nothing worse than someone who makes promises they don’t intend to keep, y’know?
Did you know on average you walk past seven psychopaths a day? And good, it’s my job. Blaise Bruce, son of Hades and all… [He wandered around the kitchen, gathering bread and cheese and he nodded] Of course I am; I don’t just cook humans y’know.
That’s a lot of psychopaths, if you think about it. Blaise Bruce, dream crusher. Sounds like a villain title from a cheap superhero film or somethin’. [She watches him take out the ingredients, not having been aware she was even hungry back when they were still at the club.] Just making sure.