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[everythinglost]

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[everythinglost]

"Because I imbue it with the ridicule I feel at calling it a prison? Or, more likely, it's just the difficulty that comes from having to imagine me in prison. The concepts just don't fit."

[crab_rangoon]

"That must be it, yes," he agrees. "You in a prison is ridiculous. I should show you Durgesh one day. Spectacular view. Terrible prison."

[everythinglost]

"It just goes against everything that a person automatically thinks when they see me." He nods. "I like a nice view. As long as the whole hallucinations and seeing demons thing isn't a required part. Been there, done that, very few views pretty enough to make up for it."

He remembers the stories Pagan tells him.

[crab_rangoon]

He does appreciate not having to repeat himself. "No, no. That's only with Yuma's drugs. The prison itself is fine." He laughs.

"You will need a coat. And preferably one that isn't denim. Or leather."

[everythinglost]

"Fantastic, I'll put it on my calendar, than."

He laughs, too. "Hey! I don't wear denim jackets. That's a totally different look." That he spends any time cultivating any sort of look might come as a surprise. "And I've been on mountains before. Sometimes wearing a leather jacket, yeah, but only when no one told me we were going to be on a mountain."

[crab_rangoon]

"You don't get told much, do you?" he challenges, raising his eyebrows. Landing on a mountain in a leather jacket seems awfully terrible.

And dangerous, depending on the season.

[everythinglost]

"There are some occasional omissions. One problem with getting a ride with someone who really, really can't drive. Ooh, I can wear the yeti coat. I saw that had ended up in my wardrobe here."

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan just gives him a long look.

"You...that's a brand, isn't it? Please tell me that's a brand and not an actual...yeti...."

With Fitz, though, there's no telling.

[everythinglost]

Fitz pauses, thinking it over.

"I think it was the coat worn wile fighting yeti. In the Himalayas, or somewhere around there. But the yeti are robots so they might share... manufacture. It's very warm."

[crab_rangoon]

That went nowhere he thought it would go. He rubs his forehead. "Sure. Wear your yeti coat. Does it look fucking stupid?"

This is also important.

[everythinglost]

"It looks great. A little stupid, but some coats bridge that gap, you know?"

Very important.

[crab_rangoon]

"You can borrow something of mine." Because if Fitz thinks it looks "a little stupid," then it absolutely looks atrocious.

How can a man have such poor taste?

[everythinglost]

Fitz has complete belief in his own taste, which is solid proof if it was ever necessary that confidence is definitely not enough to pull some things off.

"Do you have a hat? Because I know that study had observational problems or whatever, but I still always feel like I'm losing a hell of a lot of heat through my head."

[crab_rangoon]

"I have had my hair shaved like this for many years and I've never needed a hat."

Because why would he want that? Why would he ever want to hide that?

[everythinglost]

"Really? I thought that was partly to make it easier to put a hat on. Or do you just use ear muffs? I've gotten some terrible hat hair, but better than not having ears."

That's philosophy.

[crab_rangoon]

"No. I endured it for the sake of not looking like a goddamn idiot," he tells him. "And I just didn't go out in the winter months. Really, seems like an idiotic option."

[everythinglost]

"That's certainly the shut in option." He shrugs. "Your hair does look good, but I like hats. Not when you always have to wear them, that's a pain, but they can really offset an outfit."

[crab_rangoon]

"I was born in the sixties. I can appreciate a good hat," he tells him, like that has any meaning. "But None of the functional sorts are the ones I want to wear. Fitz, please have some dignity."

He's completely lost the plot at this point, but if he's being honest with himself, he prefers this. It's a nice distraction, they're having fun, and it's nice to simply be silly.

[everythinglost]

"Every time you say that, it's like I can see time for a moment. I think I could pull off being eighty, but also I'd definitely be dead before then." He waves a hand. "I have style, I have never claimed dignity. There's vague sort proof that some gods might exist, claiming that could lead to being hit by lightning. That wouldn't do anything for my hair."

[crab_rangoon]

"Eighty," he sighs. "Why is it that so many of my friends are time traveling strangers?"

He uncrosses his legs, switches them. "What was it like? Before you went gallivanting off with your main character hero?"

[everythinglost]

"Maybe it's because you're such an old soul. Or because this ship has highly unusual percentages. One or the other."

He's just going to ignore that description of the Doctor, "Awful, just completely awful. Maybe someone was having a good time in 1963, though I can't imagine who, but it certainly wasn't me. 'Dreary and monotonous' are almost in the category of positive adjectives in comparison to most of the other ones I'd use. And I was twenty-seven then. Being a teenager in the 1950s was even worse."

[crab_rangoon]

"That depends on where in the 1950s, doesn't it?" he challenges.

[everythinglost]

"Does it?" He honestly kind of skeptical. "Well, if there was a pleasant version it sure as fuck wasn't the one where you're in London and don't have any money. Obviously, being in the fucking country or something would've been worse but I've never needed comparisons for something to suck."

[crab_rangoon]

He laughs, but he understands. "That would have been my mother. She fucked off from London to Hong Kong and found my father, who did have money. So the late 50s weren't so bad for her."

He points to Fitz. "That was your probably. You needed someone like that. What do they call them? Sugar mamas? Sugar daddies?" He leans forward. "Is that what your doctor was?"

[everythinglost]

He nods, "That's the way to do it. The best I usually got was the woman who worked at the greengrocer's down the road giving me good exchange on the fruit and veg. Which isn't the most dramatic story of advancement in the world."

Since he doesn't have anything else, he throws his handkerchief at Pagan, proving his mother correct in it being good sense to make sure you always have one to spare. "Fuck off," he fails at sounding annoyed, if that's what he's attempting. "The Doctor's the guy that lets me be a total freeloader. Pretty sure there's a difference."