#fenixtj

She frowns, nodding. "I know."

"It just .... makes me really angry, Duff."

"I know" He frowns, nodding

"I want to -do- something about it."

"Did you comfort Rosa? Tell her she could have time off, and send your condolences?"

"Yes. And, you know, we'll send something for the... for the funeral."

"Then, you did something"

The flat look she gives him expresses a thousand words.

Somehow he doubts any of those words are : You are, of course, right.

"It means something to them, Jessica, that you cry with them, in your own way, that you feel their pain. Don't doubt that"

"And I appreciate that, and that's one reason I'm doing it, although mainly it's because that's just what you DO in situations like this. In the mean time, I still want to take -action.-"

"If I make a sex joke now, it won't go over well will it?"

"No."

"You got that the fuck right," Necropsis has a dozen ways in here, probably as a spider. Duff's hand twitched as he too was caught off guard.

The pooka looks tired. Long nights and odd demands, and even more than that, but worry for his trueheart's condition, do not rest ful sleep make. "Got news to shove up your blue asses if either one of you will bend over."

Jessica jolts. "Jeeze, Necropsis.... where did you come from?"

"Well, dad was fuckin horny one night..." He starts up

"He probably crawled in" Duff says hoping to cut any biology lesson off, "What's the news?"

"the Gardenas?" He says instead of Guadañas "Them cocksucking banditos gonna attack the birthday party where families are gathered"

Jessica's eyes darken and her grip on the maul tightens.

"Birthday I.." Duff's own eyes darken, "I know the truth doesn't come easy to you, but ..the funeral? They're going to attack the funeral?"

Nec rolls his redshot eyes "Like Fucking Timmy and a well. Well, they only got five birthdays comig up, don't they?"

"Funer.... Five?!?"

Nec sighs "The cake is a big ass coffin"

"They killed FIVE boys?"

Nec shakes his head.

"Well, what then?"

"Just a birthday"

"I think he' saying ignore the five... pooka are a pain in the ass to translate for," Duff mutters

"Pain this ass mutha"

Jessica huffs, nostrils flaring, and looks at Duff as he explains. She nods.

"I'm not waiting for a hit at the -funeral,- Duff. Necropsis." She includes the pooka.

"I'll move before then," Duff says "Necropsis, we need to work together again and..."

"Hey."

Necropsis flips him off, "You fuckin nuts? My bitch big as a damn planet! I can't leave her fat ass...hell, I can' even escape it's gravitational pull!"

"She'll be fine, Necropsis" Duff says, "Where am I supposed to get a partner who knows the streets at this short a notice?"

"That eshu still around?"

Necropsis makes another rude gesture, "Let me splain since you so hard of hearing. Order is Bitch! Hos. Hold. Money. And waaaay down the list... you are behind toilet paper"