Yeah, Tubes. [too casual? probably. but it's already out of her mouth and she moves past it.] Not my business either, but there's something about this place sometimes.
[she hears the sound of a ring hitting a bottle and the girl thrusts both fists in the air triumphantly. anna smiles, then reaches over her head to grab the little girl under her arms and lift her back down safely to the boardwalk. as the attendant hands over a big ol' stuffed squid with four little plush tentacles. the girl seems overjoyed and immediately starts bapping anna's leg with the end of one of them, and she laughs just as brightly as before.]
Hey, kid, congratulations! Good work up there. Come on, go find your mom and show her how good you were at this game. And if you can't find her, come back to us, yeah? We've got you.
[she shudders to think that the child's mother might have been one of the forty-eight recent murders, but she's not going to think too hard about it. (the two people—three, as of a few months ago—who had helped her out last winter were back down to two. she knew that already. christ, what is she gonna do about that asshole.) either way, the kid runs away with a smile on her face shortly after hugging both anna and 2B's legs, and anna is free to speak as she normally would again.]
It's how the gods get into your head... or the moon, or something about all their influences. It just makes you do things that you wouldn't normally do. Stuff that ain't your business becomes very much your business. [she's slow to add, though it's a joke,] Ask me how I know.
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[she hears the sound of a ring hitting a bottle and the girl thrusts both fists in the air triumphantly. anna smiles, then reaches over her head to grab the little girl under her arms and lift her back down safely to the boardwalk. as the attendant hands over a big ol' stuffed squid with four little plush tentacles. the girl seems overjoyed and immediately starts bapping anna's leg with the end of one of them, and she laughs just as brightly as before.]
Hey, kid, congratulations! Good work up there. Come on, go find your mom and show her how good you were at this game. And if you can't find her, come back to us, yeah? We've got you.
[she shudders to think that the child's mother might have been one of the forty-eight recent murders, but she's not going to think too hard about it. (the two people—three, as of a few months ago—who had helped her out last winter were back down to two. she knew that already. christ, what is she gonna do about that asshole.) either way, the kid runs away with a smile on her face shortly after hugging both anna and 2B's legs, and anna is free to speak as she normally would again.]
It's how the gods get into your head... or the moon, or something about all their influences. It just makes you do things that you wouldn't normally do. Stuff that ain't your business becomes very much your business. [she's slow to add, though it's a joke,] Ask me how I know.