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[foundafamily]

Hey, listen up. I’ve got an idea.

[Evidently a very important one, judging by how soberly he’s speaking.]

Obviously we need things to do in between gettin’ set on fire and havin’ our heads messed with. So I was gonna set up a card table in the bar—could be poker, faro, anything if we can get enough players for it. If people like it, we could make it a regular thing.

If you don’t know how to play, I’ll teach you. And if anybody knows any other games, I’d like to see ‘em.

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[foundafamily]

Mm, too bad.

[This is good, though, he’s pleased with this.]

I’m gonna be here a while longer if you’ve got time for that game. Maybe we’ll have some friends, too--lotta people seem to be interested in poker.

[circumitus]

Can't blame them for needing a distraction.

[They may be stuck in Murdercave, but that doesn't mean they have to be thinking about it all the time.]

Have plenty of time for a game. Not living that far from you now, so any excuses not to are obsolete at this point. [Hey, how 'bout that?]

[foundafamily]

I was gonna be in the bar, but we can walk over together, if you want.

[He pauses, curious why that came up as “now.”]

Did you move?

[circumitus]

Would like that.

[Rey finds herself appreciating the company of people more these days. Hence the move.]

Yes. In the 1401 house, to be exact.

[foundafamily]

I can be right over there.

[He takes this phone with him as he starts walking.]

Oh, yeah? Who with?

[circumitus]

All right.

[Though when it seems that Firo is still talking and not hanging up, she stays on the line.]

Nick. Don't know if you've ever met him before. Looks like he walked out of a combination between a film noir and a zombie flick.

...

And... you probably don't know what those are, do you?

[foundafamily]

[He shakes his head.]

Not a clue, but he’s soundin’ pretty weird already.

[circumitus]

He looks like someone you'd be more prone to shoot on sight than have a friendly chat with. Actually, almost cracked his face with a shovel after digging him up from a grave, few months back.

[Not one of Rey's more civilized moments.]

[foundafamily]

…And he wants to live with you after that why?

[circumitus]

Not clocking him over the head with a shovel probably helped?

[Le shrug. Honestly, it's a mystery even to her.]

[foundafamily]

Hey, I’ve not-hit plenty a’ people, and that still didn’t make ‘em my best friends.

[circumitus]

Well, it just turns out that we've a lot in common. Once you get past the more obvious differences.

[That being the fact that Rey doesn't look like she's literally falling apart.]

[foundafamily]

Like what? He trigger-happy with the shovel too?

[Rule one of friendship: Never let go of something you can tease them about.]

[circumitus]

...

[While she could go on and explain to him that they're both machines in their own different ways, she's stuck on one minor detail:]

No, because shovels don't have triggers.

[foundafamily]

[Really, Rey? Really?]

...Is he as nit-picky as you?

[circumitus]

[Really.]

Probably.

[Well, he is a detective, so chances are he is pretty keen on details.]

[foundafamily]

Great, then it sounds like you guys’ll have lots of fun together.

You know I was makin’ fun of you, right?

[circumitus]

Now that's not a very nice thing to do, is it?

[Come on, Firo. You don't just tell people you're making fun of them!]

[foundafamily]

Hey, it’s just what friends do to each other.

[circumitus]

...

Makes sense.

[Rey isn't much better sometimes with people she would consider her "friends".

[Then she pauses, glancing out the window of her new place.] Can see you outside, by the way.