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You know what proves to be problematic?

An eye patch on a cyclopean mutant.

CRASH!

"HALP!"

[TAG CERTIFIED 100% SCURVY FREE: Turanga Leela, Wilbur Whateley, Teddy Altman]

OOC: OPEN FOR TAGS FOREVERRRRRR ZOMG TLAPD YAY!

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"3004 A.D."

What's this? Manners? Leela is taken aback!

"And yerself?" she asks, taking a seat and ordering a rum for herself.

Edward may be a little old fashioned.

Just wait the arrogance will come at some point when he's not interested in getting the information he's asking!

"2005."

"Aye, the delivery whelp is from 'bout that time. Got 'is ass froze 'n rewoke in my age, haven't been able to shake 'im since."

Insert exasperated sigh here.

"What be yer poison, Edward?"

"Nothing for me. I had my dinner recently."

Which wasn't a lie, if not how she expected it.

"But please don't hold yourself back on my account."

"If ye insist," she shrugs.

Like him not drinking would hold her back. Ha.

"What kind o' trouble ye get yerself into back home, mate?"

Edward's eyebrows arched, expression betraying confusion.

"Livelihood. 'obbies. Education.

"...You do something back where ye're from, I bargain?"

Translation: What do you do, Edward?

"Avoid class," Edward covered, quickly, his expression flitting to cheeky so quickly from confusion it made it seem as though somehow the two were made to flawlessly flow from one to the other.

If Leela had an eyebrow, she would be arching it.

"Oi s'that so? And what're ye not-studyin' t' be?"

If she only knew.

Edge had more degrees than he needed, and two doctorates, and still high school was the necessity.

"I haven't decided. I think I want to avoid boring, tedious, normal jobs." And lives.

Not that he'd ever have or need a job.

"Y' could come work fer the Professor," she snarks with a roll of the eye.

Boring? Maybe. Tedious? Sometimes. But Planet Express was certainly never "normal."

Edward cocked his head, shifting his weight on his feet. Small very human-like movements now and then.

"What does the Professor do?"

"Generally, nearly get us all killed."

She knocks back a hard swallow of liquor.

"'E runs the delivery company, see. But in 'is free time 'e likes to invent strange lil' things would make the hackles on a dog go up."

"It does sound lively."

"It's gotten me into a tough spot a time or two," she agrees.

"But he's family?"

His smile was ironic, and the question wasn't so much a question.

"Oi no, just a crazy old lubber long past 'is due."

Yes, in a way, he's family.

"Grew up in an orphanage. Only met me parents 'bout a year back. Up til then 'twas just me, all by me onesies."

"I'm sorry," Edward amended, quietly, but not pityingly.

She shrugs. "I'm not. Not anymore, at least. Found me parents, 'n I have good mates by me side."

She casts a surreptitious glance his way.

"What about you, lad?"

"Parents, two brothers, two sisters. One big happy family. "

Putting the Brady's to shame, don't you know it.

Even with the hunting and killing parts.

"Sounds like quite the brood," she remarks.

"Yeah."

Especially when you can read their minds, all day every day.

But Edward's expression was more distantly fond than annoyed.

"Ye like havin' all them brother's 'n sisters?"

She's genuinely curious. Growing up as an orphan was pretty lonely.

[ooc: EEK! Sorry for the massive slowtime! This weekend chewed me up and spit me out. D: Please forgive?]

His expression was ironic and amused and mockingly exhausted, lopsided smirk touching his lips.

"Yes."

Even Rose, in all her infinite vapidness.

"I envy ye that, then. I envy ye that."

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