"Are you going to keep doing that?" I had been reading a book and tapping my fingers, Mordere was reading the Chronicles (the only book I ever saw him read) and looking like he was in a trance. I guess my finger tapping was getting on his nerves.
"Sorry I didn't realize I was doing it."
"I figured which is why I asked if you were going to keep doing it."
"Does it bother you?"
"Would I be asking if you were going to keep doing it if it made me happy?" You may imply sarcasm, but he literally was asking this question like the answer was not apparent in the question.
"Point taken." This was one of several conversations in which a noted murderer critiqued my lifestyle decisions unfavorably. Outside of these things he was a lovely houseguest, fairly quiet didn't eat too much or smell poorly. He just read his book and waited. In a way it was unnerving how calm he was about everything. Extremely so.
Until a large group of people showed up to murder him I thought it would just be a case of dealing with the worst house guest ever. You'd probably want to know more about that whole murder thing right? Well read the next entry already!
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