"S'pose. My boss was immortal, he thought, back home - and I helped him maintain that theory," Owen says with a dark grin. "I shot him. Good few times."
"So," he continues, propping himself up on the door-frame. He's genuinely curious, and not about to leave without some answers. "I'm assuming you're not going to tell me what you are? Why not," he slides a glance at Nikola, "is it too scary for the poor little fresh corpse?"
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Date: 2009-07-03 08:02 pm (UTC)"So," he continues, propping himself up on the door-frame. He's genuinely curious, and not about to leave without some answers. "I'm assuming you're not going to tell me what you are? Why not," he slides a glance at Nikola, "is it too scary for the poor little fresh corpse?"