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| Julius Larson | John Crowley | Elijah McMurran |
Julius: Painting! With the canvas and oils J.N. bought him.
J.N: Doesn't need a crutch anymore! Doesn't your mom miss you?
Elijah: Came in from running his 15 miles… in the snow… in a tank top? I don't see why she would.
J.N: Because she's your mother.
Elijah: She's got Adam and Celena and Feemy. Besides, I've finished all my homework and Katen's in Astohnika.
J.N: I only understood half of that. 'Least your homework is done.
Julius: Pro-tip, Elijah… I think he's subtley hinting that he wants you to leave.
Elijah: What?
Julius: You've overstayed your welcome.
J.N: Sounds like Julius has a problem with you, Elijah. You two should talk about it. Grabs The Screwtape Letters and hunkers down in his chair and reads.
Elijah: You're just jealous 'cause Mr. John likes me more.
Julius: Oh so jealous.
Elijah: He probably doesn't want YOU here.
J.N: By my count, I start work again in a few days, so it's really not going to matter.
Julius: He probably doesn't want anyone here. But I can't leave until he gets his stitches out since I promised your dear old dad.
Elijah: You're jealous of my dad.
J.N: Do I have to get a hose? Flips a page.
Julius: Yes, oh boy, I sure wish I was dead.
Elijah: Glower. You don't have to be so mean.
Julius: Well, use some stronger arguments instead of playing the jealousy card.
J.N: You're bickering like a pair of toddlers.
Julius: You're the one who got him started.
Elijah: Goes over to where J.N. is. Is that another secret agent book?
J.N: No.
Elijah: What's it about?
J.N: It's a view on human worship from the perspective of two devils. One is Screwtape and a graduated 'tempter', while the one he is writing letters to is his nephew Wormwood.
Elijah: You mean Demons?
J.N: Devils, demons. Shrugs. Whichever.
Elijah: Do you like Demons?
J.N: Not in particular.
Elijah: Look what one did to my arm! Pulls down his sleeve revealing his arm with "LONAN" written on it, or rather, scarred on it.
J.N: …Hm. Some demon named Lonan?
Elijah: You don't know Lonan?
J.N: We chat it up often, you know.
Elijah: He killed my dad.
J.N: Didn't know that.
Elijah: Y-You're really friends with him?
J.N: No.
Elijah: Puts his sleeve back on. Well I'm going to kill him someday and get revenge. Maybe you could help?
J.N: Sounds like a son-only field.
Elijah: Huh? But you're a secret agent.
J.N: Sons avenge fathers. Assistants and secret agents usually just die in the process
Elijah: Oh. Well, I wouldn't want you to die. You're really cool, though. All my mom ever reads is romance novels and my dad only ever read boring history books. I always wished I had an older brother or a cool uncle or something.
J.N: interesting.
Elijah: …I miss my Dad, too… Quietly. That's kinda why I don't wanna go home…
J.N: Then stick around.
Elijah: You really don't mind?
J.N: Not really. Elijah isn't THAT annoying yet. Probably will be after a day or so of work.
Elijah: Smiles a bit. How'd you and my dad meet? No one will ever give me a straight answer. My dad would just go off on tangents about… Something about the "one ring" and a "soda pop can"?
J.N: Something like that.
Elijah: And when my dad starts going off on big tangents trying to tease me, I just sort of tune him out.
J.N: Though we met because I was working for the Yakuza trying to assassinate the president. We got into a street fight and he helped me see the error of my ways.
Elijah: The president? Isn't that like…. The king of the country? Why were you trying to assassinate him?
J.N: In short, he is. More or less a puppet for the twelve people who really rule this country. And I was trying to assassinate him because I was hired for it, but I also wanted the truth exposed. Flips a page.
Elijah: Smiles. What's the truth?
J.N: We met at the bus stop.
Elijah: The president?
J.N: No, your dad.
Elijah: You were trying to assassinate the president at the bus stop?
J.N: I had to get there somehow.
Elijah: My dad beat you in a street fight?
J.N: It was more or less a tie. We didn't complete the fight on account of the ninja we had to team up to defeat.
Elijah: Smiles. Who was the ninja working for?
J.N: Never found out. He took a cyanide pill rather than confess.
Julius: Rolls his eyes. He might as well have "GULLIBLE" written across his forehead. Wishes Elijah would level-up his common sense more and his sword skills less.
Elijah: You're so cool.
J.N: Don't let it get around.
Elijah: Though I didn't know my dad did cool stuff like that… I thought he just signed paperwork and made speeches and talked to people and stuff.
J.N: He did that, too.
Elijah: He could'a told me. Frown. I told HIM everything.
J.N: Even about that one thing?
Elijah: What one thing?
J.N: The one thing you never told him.
Elijah: Looks uncomfortable. Cough. Well… Bites his lip. Well… He probably just didn't want me asking to tag along. He never let me do anything fun. Though, well…. Never-mind.
J.N: That's what I thought.
Elijah: I couldn't tell him THAT. He wouldn't love me anymore… Probably. He wouldn't. It'd be… Different. Nod. Bites his lip more.
Julius: You're gay?
J.N: That's it?
Elijah: No!!! I wasn't even talking to you! Mind your own business.
Julius: I'll let it go for now since that's the first time I've ever heard a definite answer as to your sexuality since your parents would just hem and haw around it.
Elijah: My parents think I'm gay?!
Julius: They never gave me a straight answer about it one way or another. Laughs. Hehehehe…
Elijah: What's your problem? I don't like you.
J.N: Flips a page. I should give Ernest a call.
Elijah: *mutter* ….bastard….
Julius: Sigh. Point taken. Goes back to painting. I apologize, Elijah.
Elijah: Pout. I'm not gay. …Maybe…
J.N: Wouldn't matter either way.
Elijah: Smiles at J.N. …So are you going to call that guy?
J.N: No. It's just a potent threat against Julius.
Elijah: Why?
J.N: Because Ernest thinks Julius is gay.
Elijah: But Julius is married.
J.N: Yeah, but Julius still doesn't want to be around Ernest regardless.
Julius: Cheeks have gone red just thinking about the whole ordeal.
Elijah: Do you have any other books I can read, Mr. John?
J.N: Pick up any.
Elijah: Which one is good?
Julius: Please give him something intellectual.
J.N: Shrugs.
Elijah: Gets up and looks over J.N.'s shelf of books.
Books: Most look like they haven't been read yet, and most are somewhat thick.
Elijah: My dad would tell me this story about his eyebrows falling out… I think he was lying.
Julius' Cell Phone: Goes off.
Julius: Gets it. Hello? Hi, Mom. Hehehe… Thaaanks. Yeah…. Hehehe…. Hehehehe….
J.N: Oh, really?
Julius: No, I'm at John's House (That's why I have cell phone reception). You remember him? He was at that family reunion. Oh well… Yeah, I know. Oh, he did answer the phone for me awhile… Yeah… Yeah, I had bronchitis. Yes, I'm fine now, Mom. Oh, well… Yeah… I mean… No… N-No he wasn't joking. I-I'm sorry… N-No it wasn't gang violence… Um… You must have misheard. It was a car accident… Y-Yeah… I know… Like his dad. D-Don't cry. I'm sorry… We-ell…. The fune— No, the mafia wasn't there. I… No, really… It was a car accident. Completely unrellat- Mo-om. I'm not in the mafia. It wasn't my fault! Si-igh. Don't cry… I-It… It wasn't hit-and-run. Why is it MY fault?! No, I DID NOT start all this mafia business… I DIDN'T GET HIM INTO IT. I-I'm sorry your disappointed in me. I-I'll call you back when you've calmed down a bit… Okay? Mo-om. Really… Really… Okay… Yeah… Bye.
J.N: Sounded stimulating.
Julius: Sigh. Now she thinks its MY fault Daniel's dead. "You need to get help before that happens to YOU!" Ugh. Goes back to painting.
Elijah: …Anyway, yeah… His eyelashes, too. Can that really happen?
J.N: Yeah.
Elijah: Maybe I should've believed him sometimes. Do you wish you had kids?
J.N: I've got a few more years before I get too worried about that.
Elijah: My mother says she's not in love with you.
J.N: There go my hopes and dreams. Monotone.
Elijah: Really? Are you broken-hearted? I bet you could make her fall in love with you.
J.N: I'll get right on that.
Elijah: It should be pretty easy for you. Considering how cool you are and all.
J.N: These things can't be rushed.
Elijah: Smiling. I wouldn't mind having you as a step-father so much. I can help! I can play you up to her some?
J.N: I've got it handled.
Elijah: I bet! Sits down next to him again.
Julius: Wonders just where J.N. will draw the line on the stringing Elijah along. Gives J.N. a look.
J.N: Looks up from his book and catches a look.
