[John's heartbeat feels like it speeds up at that shift in tone, he's already struggling and anxious, stressed and miserable. Add in Lucifer's general aura and the whole situation at hand? And it's an emotional time bomb. His expression doesn't shift much, but he manages to play it off nicely enough.]
Oh, we could start with Nergal. I'd do a hell of a lot more than just shave my face for that one. Can't imagine his heart being anything but bloody rancid though. He past his expiration date long ago.
[The talk of Manny makes John feel like he's sinking. He doesn't want to lose hope. He's been desperate to have a chance at salvation. He's worked so hard for it. But he doesn't think it's really possible. Especially not from Manny's hands.] I don't know. He's not so bad. He's not hard to look at, at least. And you know me, I've had worse company. Better too, but still worse. [There's a shrug, and he grabs the bottle with a little more shakiness than he wanted to show. He doesn't care right now, though. He's beyond caring about a good deal right now. Especially when he's got whiskey to occupy himself with.]
Well with what he's been dropping in hints and plays? I might just get my way back into the good graces. That's part of what he's been stringing me along with. And you know, guilt, cryptic nonsense. The usual stuff. I know good ol' Nergal isn't happy about that. And I'm-[John cuts himself off then. He's not even sure what he was going to try to save. I'm scared? I'm worried? I'm not sure how to handle this? There's nothing that sentence could be that would suit John right now.] I think he's full of shit, though. The more high and mighty types usually are. I just want to know who really has me at this point. Who's got the most fingers in my little pot. [Vulgar? Sure. But he doesn't care at all. He's not even sure who owns his soul now, the darkness is still a threat, and he wants to punch Manny in face. Niceties can be damned with him.]
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Oh, we could start with Nergal. I'd do a hell of a lot more than just shave my face for that one. Can't imagine his heart being anything but bloody rancid though. He past his expiration date long ago.
[The talk of Manny makes John feel like he's sinking. He doesn't want to lose hope. He's been desperate to have a chance at salvation. He's worked so hard for it. But he doesn't think it's really possible. Especially not from Manny's hands.] I don't know. He's not so bad. He's not hard to look at, at least. And you know me, I've had worse company. Better too, but still worse. [There's a shrug, and he grabs the bottle with a little more shakiness than he wanted to show. He doesn't care right now, though. He's beyond caring about a good deal right now. Especially when he's got whiskey to occupy himself with.]
Well with what he's been dropping in hints and plays? I might just get my way back into the good graces. That's part of what he's been stringing me along with. And you know, guilt, cryptic nonsense. The usual stuff. I know good ol' Nergal isn't happy about that. And I'm-[John cuts himself off then. He's not even sure what he was going to try to save. I'm scared? I'm worried? I'm not sure how to handle this? There's nothing that sentence could be that would suit John right now.] I think he's full of shit, though. The more high and mighty types usually are. I just want to know who really has me at this point. Who's got the most fingers in my little pot. [Vulgar? Sure. But he doesn't care at all. He's not even sure who owns his soul now, the darkness is still a threat, and he wants to punch Manny in face. Niceties can be damned with him.]