Murder Mystery Tour — OxO — closed

“Might as well stab ‘em,” Leon muttered, a sigh permeating her words. “Lord knows it’s my fault. I should just carry around a sword.”
She gestured to her bedroom, where she absolutely kept a faux short sword under her bed.
“Like, wouldn’t it be so much easier? Just walk up, ‘hey, how you doing?’ Slice. Saves me the paranoia.”
Lee then glanced back over to her, shaking her head. “But then that leaves the paranoia that maybe I actually killed someone that could be like you. Hell, I need myself a house of cursed people like you so I can feel normal again.”

“I mean, you’re cursed enough to live with me,” Leon said, shaking her head. “That’s hell enough. And are you positive things can get worse?”
She then turned her whole body to face Ev, eyes looking so dully tired.
“Y’know, prison might be a nice change,” she hummed, raising an eyebrow. “Not like it would matter. My bunkmate, if it was anyone else besides you, would die within the first couple days. I’m willing to bet money on that.”

“Then you’re either going to prison with me, or we’re going to go on one of those stereotypical hero quests to find out what’s happening,” Leon muttered, only fake-annoyed with Ev’s borderline whimpers. While Lee actually enjoyed the contact, she acted like she simply just tolerated it.
“Or…,” she said, eyebrows raised. “Or hey, we go look for bigfoot. Not sure how that will help, but you got my mind on it and cryptid hunting just sounds sick as hell.”

“Alright, alright, deal,” Lee replied, nodding along. “But I’m not gonna let you forget that bigfoot promise, aight? WHEN we survive, I’m taking that.. to your grave, I guess.”
When Ev leaned away, Leon followed, propping her elbow up on one of Ev’s shoulders. Of course, she wasn’t much shorter, but it was still fun to tease whenever she could.
“And I don’t even know how to start a typical hero journey. In every show, adventure finds them. Do I just like.. walk up to a protagonist and ask them for prophecy recommendations?”

“That was the most vaguely inspiring thing you’ve ever said to me,” Leon replied. “But alright. I’ll do some memory searching. See if I can’t figure out anything from my dad.”
That was about the only other person who could stay alive with her— besides Ev, of course. But he never seemed to acknowledge that the curse was even there in the first place.
“And fine, maybe I will,” she muttered, kicking her feet up on the couch and laying across Ev’s lap. “Thanks for the invitation.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Leon yipped, shooing Ev’s hand away. “Shut up, doofus. I love my dad. But— yeah, he can kinda suck sometimes. Guess we gotta just deal with it.”
She shifted her attention from the TV back up to Ev, narrowing her eyes. “And hush. You know I have no clue how to cuddle people. I normally leave that to you.”

“Dude, if I could, I would,” she muttered absently, letting herself be scooped up like some kind of stuffed animal.
“And I dunno, I’ll give him a call when I’m not being held captive by a madwoman.”
Lee lifted a hand, patting Evelyn’s head softly. “Also, I’m not mean. This is simply just how I show affection. You know I love your wonderful self.”

“Always, dude. I’m always falling for you,” she muttered, a sarcastic tinge to her words. But.. maybe it wasn’t all sarcasm.
In truth, Leon didn’t really know what Ev was to her. They joked like this so often, it felt so weird to Leon to say she wasn’t in a relationship. But, at the same time, the two had never had a declaration of any kind of affection between them.

“Glad to hear it. To many people, I’m probably so…. insufferable. Y’know?” she sighed, words filled with exasperated breath. “Not to get too self-deprecating, but I kinda suck sometimes. I mean, curse and all.”
Lee continued to fiddle with the dried paint on her pants, eyes narrowed like she was thinking just a little too hard. She hated showing it, for sure, but things like, well, killing people really got to her.

“If death was a dog, I’d be having a much better time. Might even play fetch with it,” she grumbled, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe then I could put it on a leash or something. I mean, I don’t know the Grim Reaper’s preferences, but I’d probably do it to him, too. The dude’s going insane around me.”
Leon let out a stiff smile, glancing down to Ev. “Ok, question. Do you think Death, whatever embodiment they may be, is like, in love with me? That’s why they keep following me around, too see me? That’d be simultaneously horrifying, terrible, and rad as hell.”