quinientos | Cuddle City

Nah. Back in another place. Was called Eudio. Kinda was like this place. Little different.

Charming? You sure they didn't shoot you in the head, partner?

[ Mr. Bunking With a Dead Guy. Gross. ]

Only in the arm, guero. My personality gets better when I'm not being annoyed into nearly shooting people.

So, no Emma here? None of the others either?

Well, now aren't I just the luckiest guy in the whole damn world. I get to see your shining personality.

[ Though it's possible he could annoy him into shooting. ]

No. Just you and me. Kinda thought Goody and Billy would follow here, but I guess they found something else.

Work very hard and maybe I'll make good on that promise to tie it up.

[Except, not really. After you shoot a man into a pine coffin because of what he did to someone, maybe you're not so willing to see them dead. Again, that is.]

Maybe they deserve some rest and peace. Or they just really don't want to see us. Can't imagine why not.

[ There's a reason he isn't making any Mexican jokes, Vasquez. It's called growth. Or some sort of bullshit like that. ]

Oh trust me. They found plenty of it in Eudio.

[ He's not sure if he should tell him that they got hitched. ]

Probably think Sam's here and he'll make them do more work.

Sam's not here, is he? I don't think I want another suicide mission. Barely survived the first.

[Only reason he's not so in a rush to get back is because he's appreciating the fact that not just Sam is off his back and no one is trying to get five hundred dollars in their pockets.]

How long has it been? Since you didn't actually die?

Don't think so. But I sure hope he doesn't decide he needs a damn vacation or something. Last thing I need is him popping up.

[ Probably trying to boss them all around. He was just a Law Man. Wasn't like he was God or nothing. ]

It'll be a year by December I think.

That's a very long time. Somehow no one has found you irritating enough to shoot? I don't know how it's possible.

Are they more patient now?

[Or maybe there are just less guns, though Vasquez also knows he can't speak too loudly without the pot calling the kettle black.]

I'm goddamn delightful to these folks. Plus I look like a few fellas or something.

[ The whole Peter Quill and Owen Grady thing. He's still confused about it, but he's learned it's better to not come at it with questions. Just gets confusing. ]

They love my company.

Trading in someone else's reputation? It's actually very smart. I'm not sure I could handle staring at three of your faces, though.

[It's not even the fact it's Faraday, it's the disquieting part where he imagines that someone could share it]

Though, if someone else could have mine, it might have solved the warrant problem at home very easy.

I just look like the fella. They know I ain't him. Mostly cause he ain't a cowboy. One fella does something up in space and the other plays with some sort of monsters called raptors.

[ Gwen explained it better really. ]

Don't hang some innocent guy cause your a chicken shit.

Why is it always space here and monsters and creatures here?

[ Good thing that Faraday can't see the murderous glare, but it's there, as it always ends up when the man pisses him off. ]

You're saying you would just be the one dead instead, if you were in my shoes?

I dunno. Cause this world is weird as hell. Definitely ain't even close to ours.

Yeah.

[ Maybe. Being here and around these people does something to a fella. Especially Gwen. She sacrifices stuff. Lots of stuff for people. For doing the right thing. ]

Blew myself up for you lazy assholes didn't I? Wouldn't want some poor sap taking the fall for me.

Ours nearly had me in a grave for standing up for myself. Maybe different isn't such a bad thing.

[He's eating, sleeping, even has something like friends. Maybe he can learn to cope.]

You did very heroic things, yes. Are you going to talk about them forever? It will get old, guero.

Maybe. Maybe not. This world is isolated from the future of ours. Different things could be happening. Worse things. We don't know.

I sure as shit am. I blew up. That shit hurt. I've earned the ability to talk about it all that I want.

Fine, fine, you can talk about it all you like, but you also can't stop me rolling my eyes when I get tired of hearing about it.

You're just jealous cause that whole town is gonna know my name now. Every time they go by where I was buried. I'll be on their minds.

Trust me, if we could have figured out a way to end everything without the deaths, that's what I really would have wanted. Finding your body, seeing all of you, it was no good.

Ain't nothing fun about seeing an exploded fella. I got this girl here I told her about it. Anytime I bring it up again just in passing she gets this look in her eye. Like she wants to rid the world of dynamite.

You got someone who puts up with your face? Guero, that's practically a miracle.

She nice?

Ah shut up. She doesn't just put up with my face she actually likes it a lot. Met her in the place I was in before. She came here too.

She's very nice. Her name's Gwen Stacy. Small lady, but she knows how to be all kinds of bossy if she wants.

Am I going to be allowed to meet this nice, small lady of yours or are you going to ban me from meeting all your new friends?

Yeah if you behave yourself around and keep it in your pants. Maybe.

She met Goody and Billy back in the other place.

I can be charming on my own time, I don't need to steal anyone's woman.

What did she make of them?

Who says you'd be successful? I just don't want you grossing her out with being you.

She liked them. Don't be surprised if she asks you a hundred questions about horses or guns.

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