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Steady workflow means I keep my job. Can't keep holding onto everything back then--especially in Georgia. Speaking of family, though...what do you teach as a professor? My brother, he works studying all sorts of shit. You two got that in common. Guess that means we have something in common, right.
you know, some of my family works in construction! it feels like the work never really ends for them; I can imagine you might feel the same. especially down here in georgia, right? things always growing, changing, especially nowadays... feels like a shame, though, some of the things that get torn down, just so something else can come up.
[dead-pan delivery] I am god and I am the devil. And by my holy unholy decree, I think you need to take a chill pill and a nap. Only thing I see out of the corner of my eye are those floating fuckers that show up on your eyes.
hello. you are tall, ruth daines. you are very tall. taller than me. once i saw a figure in the darkest alleyway and i thought it was god. or maybe the devil. that one was taller than me, too. i was preparing for it to reach out its hand and take me, but then i blinked and it was gone. hehe. quite like a rogue shadow that had slipped out of place. it happens all the time. or does it? sometimes i find myself wondering if the shadows that we see in the corners of our eyes really are shadows if there's no way to tell. what do you think when you see something in the corner of your eye? sometimes i think it's my ghost preparing to slip out of my skin.
Do the things in your hair ever fall in when you're cutting someone open. That's probably a weird thing to ask. But it would be my first question if I was on the table.
Hmm. Blue. Isn't a security analyst just a security guard. I didn't think there was a difference.
Aha! There is a clear difference between the two: I'm not a buffed guy able to stop a dangerous guy. I do computer stuff, not physical stuff.
Out of the two of us, which one of us is forklift certified. I rest my case. At least my career isn't sucking my soul dry. And it's Ruth. Not Ruthy.
Jeez, ain't you huge, surely befitting of some burly construction worker for sure! Nicer to look at than most of those scruffy, dirty workers, but definitely not ahead of 'em! What does it even mean to be the head of a pack, when the pack is just of dead-end laborers? Gonna work 'till your back gives out? Hah-! Couldn't be me, Ruthy, could *not* be me.
Thanks. Everyone tells me my arms are really firm, like one of those foam pillows or something. I guess you could tell me if you felt them. You're probably smart. Right. Computers or something.
My, my, you are... Quite the looker, Ruth. I'm sorry if I'm blushing, I just don't think I can help myself. You must be quite strong, doing what you do and all. I'm... Well. I can't say that I lift too much more than a computer mouse, ehehe.
I build the houses, you fit them up with. The stuff. The wire stuff. Yeah. Could probably hook you up with a forklift one of these days, you could drive one of those Bad Larries around. It's fucking fun.
Construction sites! Can get my head around that one too, easy. Shared turf, yeah? Eheh…
I always thought it’d be cool to have a forklift certification. It’s never been a necessary job thing, though. Lifts and stuff, but not /fork/lifts. Can’t have it all, I guess…
You don't mind all that blood and shit, huh. Probably not sanitary, but I've definitely worked in worse. Good to see at least a few other people here don't mind getting their hands dirty. Weird how you can tell shit just from looking at blood though. Cool. But weird. You're weird. But I guess that's cool.
You think I'm weird?! Ugh, stop, you're gonna make me drool...! Hehe! Is it weird? Blood spatters are kind of like... Puzzle pieces! Most people are just too blind to see it, but I've gotten good at fitting them together. You know, the spatters you leave behind can tell a looooot about you. I wonder what there is to learn about you, Ruth. I'd love to put a knife in your hands and find out. Maybe we could make a date out of it? I'm DYING to see what you've got hidden under your skin. You bleed me, and I'll bleed you. Romantic, right? ♡
Do they make prosthetics for fingers. Not mine. I have all of mine. Some idiots like to get theirs all up in shit at work and come away worse for wear. Don't need a whole arm, just a few fingers. Maybe you could hook a lady up. I can get you concrete in return. If you're into that kind of stuff.
The fuck is an internet. Dexter keeps trying to explain it to me and it never makes sense?
Ah-- it's-- the innternet is it's-- wwell, I'm affraid I don't knnnow any c-construction mmetaphors... it's like a sseries of t-tubes? And the t-tubes are fffull of cats. Ah-- uhh, nnnot-- not CATS, the, c-construction vehicles... I mmean the.. the animal. Uhhhhgh.... That wwas a c-confusing ex-xplanation, ssorry...
Pretty smart, huh. Must be, to work in a lab. Least that's what I think. Your lab seems dangerous though--with all the scars all over you. If you mind me noticing, sorry that it's too late, because I already talked about it. But if you're smart enough to be in a lab and to survive your scars, you must be a pretty cool guy. Smart guys are always cool.
Eee--! I.. didn't get... these from a lab..ah...ahahaha.. the labs I work in are.. safe.. testing medications and...vaccines.. would not.. hurt me.. Y-You think I'm smart..? hhh... I don't get called that often so.. t-thank you... what can I do.. to repay you for such.. kindness..? I'll give you anything I have...
Baby bro, Triple D! My little man! Your big sis will always have your back--from right now until forever. Don't you miss out on our weekly noogie session again, you hear? Last week's ibuprofen excuse isn't gonna work again! Big love, yeah? Big love.
J-J-Just because you are o-o-older and t-t-tu-tu-taller does not mu-mean you get to...st-still call me a "little m-m-mu-mu-man!!!" I am an adult, Ruth! ...B-B-Bu-But I promise you, I-I-I know. Big love t-to you too, Ruth. B-But I will decline n-n-n-noogie time again!!!