"This damn box is not opening." We'd been on the train for a couple hours, Nidget was attempting to pick one of the several locks on his stupid box and as he stated not doing too good at it.
"Maybe you aren't supposed to open, perhaps its a test to see how enlightened you are." Maybe I was being an asshole because taunting people is something I enjoy, maybe.
"Don't you know some magic to open things?'
"Yeah its called fire magic, but since your box is made out of wood I'd probably end up burning the box down and leaving those beautiful locks, which have runes etched into them by the way." I couldn't see what the runes were from where I was sitting and frankly didn't care, I did like the sour look it left on Nidget's face though, that was great.
"You are not helping."
"You're the master thief, use your own magical powers to unlock those, I still think its probably best not to." Something about that box seemed off to me, I felt it from when I was sitting across from it, felt like it was watching me.
"All boxes are meant to be opened Trezlan, that's why they are boxes."
"Spoken like someone who has never unleashed an agent evil because he was careless."
"And you did?"
"Well I did free one of your ancestors once upon a time." Nidget is not an agent evil, and his ancestor wasn't like in a box, but my point stands.
"Are there anytimes you aren't really creepy?"
"I've heard I look really peacful when I'm sleeping, probably because I'm dreaming of murdering everyone."
"So that would be a no."
"That would be a no." And so the train ride went, Nidget slamming into his box with various tools and me offering no help. I'd say it was symptomatic of our relationship in general, but I end up helping Nidget a lot more than I should. I swear I end up helping a lot of people more than I should, I guess I'm crazy like that.
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