[she knows he had been upset about alice, but it had seemed like they had worked past that -- as much as people could. she'll never forget the sight of that little cradle in the basement, the one he made himself and couldn't bear to throw away.
at the mention of dolls wynonna takes another drink. another one of the things she doesn't talk about but hangs around her neck like a noose. the photo he left for her of the gang is hanging up on the wall next to the one of her, willa and waverly as kids, a reminder to keep fighting, but sometimes she wonders if he bet on the right horse.]
If he comes here...is he dangerous? [she and doc might not have always gotten along, and they fight as well as they flirt, but the idea of him being an enemy....]
[Waverly doesn't know what to say, at first. The last she remembers, Doc seemed like the Doc she knew, but she also remembers watching him as he tried to drain her father, possessed by the power of his blood.]
He can be. Not all the time, but ... sometimes he can be really dangerous. He doesn't always handle his ... cravings well.
[wynonna has not asked the details -- she and klaus don't often do a lot of talking....]
My other roomates are like...legit comic books-esque superheroes. You see some weird shit here. I thought Homelander was some sorta weird cosplayer when we met.
[In presentation, at least, they didn't talk very long and he's depowered at the moment. But Waverly will reach for the bag of chips before following up with:]
I'm pretty sure the ladies I'm rooming with are secret agents.
He can be. But he's not that bad when you get to know him.
[or wynonna just hasn't seen him at his full psychotic yet. honestly, doc looks like a saint compared to people like homelander and klaus, wynonna's questionable taste continues to be in true form in hell.
not that she mentions that]
Good. Sounds like they'll be able to keep you safe. [since wynonna can't hover around waverly 24/7, much as she might want to.]
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at the mention of dolls wynonna takes another drink. another one of the things she doesn't talk about but hangs around her neck like a noose. the photo he left for her of the gang is hanging up on the wall next to the one of her, willa and waverly as kids, a reminder to keep fighting, but sometimes she wonders if he bet on the right horse.]
If he comes here...is he dangerous? [she and doc might not have always gotten along, and they fight as well as they flirt, but the idea of him being an enemy....]
I have friends here. People I care about.
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He can be. Not all the time, but ... sometimes he can be really dangerous. He doesn't always handle his ... cravings well.
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[or could help stop him, if it came to it, she doesn't say.]
Klaus, one of my roommates, is a vampire and werewolf hybrid -- which you know, weird, but handy, and super old.
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[There's a beat.]
Especially since angel blood kind of makes vampires go a little ... feral.
[Another beat.]
Wait, did you say hybrid?
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[wynonna has not asked the details -- she and klaus don't often do a lot of talking....]
My other roomates are like...legit comic books-esque superheroes. You see some weird shit here. I thought Homelander was some sorta weird cosplayer when we met.
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[In presentation, at least, they didn't talk very long and he's depowered at the moment. But Waverly will reach for the bag of chips before following up with:]
I'm pretty sure the ladies I'm rooming with are secret agents.
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[or wynonna just hasn't seen him at his full psychotic yet. honestly, doc looks like a saint compared to people like homelander and klaus, wynonna's questionable taste continues to be in true form in hell.
not that she mentions that]
Good. Sounds like they'll be able to keep you safe. [since wynonna can't hover around waverly 24/7, much as she might want to.]
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[She pauses for a moment, before looking up at her again.]
Are you okay? I know I just dumped a lot on you.
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I'm fine.
[she's not, but that was true even before waverly told her about the doc of it all. it's been a rough few weeks.]
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Want me to crash here tonight? I told the roomies not to wait up.
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[She pats the spot next to her.]
Now get over here, or I'm going to eat this chips all by myself.
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[and with that they will continue bonding and chip eating until they eventually fall asleep in sister cuddles.
/end]