The wry smile grows slightly, though there is more than a hint of sadness in it now. "As you should, if you aren't involved in fighting it."
He sighs a little and resists the urge to rub a hand over his face, not missing the irony of being tired in a dream. How to explain to someone who finds the idea of fighting against the supernatural to be ridiculous? "There are certain places in my world that demons and the like are drawn to," he begins. "If you are fighting against them and you happen to be based near one of those places, it just means you don't have to track them down."
It all sounds so dispassionately matter-of-fact to his ears, and suddenly he doesn't want to talk about any of it anymore. He waves the whole topic away with a flutter of his hand, setting aside his cold tea to rest his elbows on the table.
"So you're a baker?" he asks, trying for an actual smile this time. "What's your specialty?"
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He sighs a little and resists the urge to rub a hand over his face, not missing the irony of being tired in a dream. How to explain to someone who finds the idea of fighting against the supernatural to be ridiculous? "There are certain places in my world that demons and the like are drawn to," he begins. "If you are fighting against them and you happen to be based near one of those places, it just means you don't have to track them down."
It all sounds so dispassionately matter-of-fact to his ears, and suddenly he doesn't want to talk about any of it anymore. He waves the whole topic away with a flutter of his hand, setting aside his cold tea to rest his elbows on the table.
"So you're a baker?" he asks, trying for an actual smile this time. "What's your specialty?"