[ Shitty cocoa is better than no cocoa, especially when it's accompanied by hanging out with his girl. Especially when he gets to kiss his girl hello — he gives Julie that kiss and a quick little grin before turning his attention to the thermos. ]
No clue. Found it while I was looking around earlier. It's got some of that glowy bullshit all over it.
[ By "glowy bullshit" he means Vittorio's weird ass glowing tattoos. Magic bullshit.
Hey, Julie, hey. Look at this weird corpse he found. Isn't it a cool present? ]
[ julie is fascinated by it, by the weird tattoos. she takes a knee, carefully pulls back the canvas to look at a little more of it and wrinkles her nose — she's never seen a body this old, her experience with corpses by and large involves fresh ones. ]
You think Toscano was pals with whoever this was? [ the corpse is old, but-- ] He's old as shit, right?
[ what does time really matter in the fog anyway? for all she knows a corpse could mummify in the time it takes her to walk to macmillan one day and the next a body would take weeks just to start decomposing. ]
[ That's agreement. Frank takes a long sip, then sets the thermos aside in favor of kneeling next to Julie. Top date activities in the Fog: poking weirdo mummified corpses with the proverbial stick. ]
They've got the same stupid wizard shit or whatever. [ He plucks at a scrap of the corpse's shirt, still miraculously clinging to it. ] Wonder if they still work.
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No clue. Found it while I was looking around earlier. It's got some of that glowy bullshit all over it.
[ By "glowy bullshit" he means Vittorio's weird ass glowing tattoos. Magic bullshit.
Hey, Julie, hey. Look at this weird corpse he found. Isn't it a cool present? ]
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You think Toscano was pals with whoever this was? [ the corpse is old, but-- ] He's old as shit, right?
[ what does time really matter in the fog anyway? for all she knows a corpse could mummify in the time it takes her to walk to macmillan one day and the next a body would take weeks just to start decomposing. ]
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[ That's agreement. Frank takes a long sip, then sets the thermos aside in favor of kneeling next to Julie. Top date activities in the Fog: poking weirdo mummified corpses with the proverbial stick. ]
They've got the same stupid wizard shit or whatever. [ He plucks at a scrap of the corpse's shirt, still miraculously clinging to it. ] Wonder if they still work.