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Yeah. This Christmas thing. It's just fucking over the top, innit? You do know we're barely into December? You need to calm down, all of you.
[Alfie's tone is chiding, but in a light and teasing way that isn't really meant to be taken as a serious condemnation - he's actually been in an okay mood these past couple of weeks. This is just one more car on the culture shock train. The Christmas celebrations and decorations that he's is used to seeing at home are much more subdued, and definitely don't start this early in the season.]
Is this an American custom, or a twenty-first century custom? If I were to pay a visit across the ocean, would the Europeans be kicking up this much of a fuss? Fucking hell.
[Alfie's tone is chiding, but in a light and teasing way that isn't really meant to be taken as a serious condemnation - he's actually been in an okay mood these past couple of weeks. This is just one more car on the culture shock train. The Christmas celebrations and decorations that he's is used to seeing at home are much more subdued, and definitely don't start this early in the season.]
Is this an American custom, or a twenty-first century custom? If I were to pay a visit across the ocean, would the Europeans be kicking up this much of a fuss? Fucking hell.
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[ She might have some wine still around... ]
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However, Hemali isn't alone; there's a peculiar damp smell that comes from somewhere in the living room, accompanied by dirt and leaves. It's not overwhelming in the least, but it's certainly out of place among concrete walls and wooden floors. ]
More bread? Are you trying to make me fat, Alfie?
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Is it good enough to?
[He moves into the kitchen and sets it down on the counter, next to the wine.]
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It'll go straight to my thighs.
[ She heads toward the pantry, fishing out two wine glasses and setting them on the counter. ]
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Have you got a pet, or is that for you?
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Dhia is not a pet, but she does need a place to sleep.
[ Where is Dhia? That remains a mystery. ]
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[He's taking a look around the living room - as much as he can without actually leaving the kitchen, anyway.]
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She won't hurt you — unless I tell her to.
[ Hemali steps away from the counter, moving toward the entrance of the kitchen and peering around a corner to call out: ]
Dhia, come say hello.
[ After a minute, a large and vibrant python slithers into the kitchen, keeping close to Hemali the entire time. A tongue flicks out on occasion to taste the air, beady eyes focused on Alfie's form. ]
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Fucking hell-- I can see why you're happy not to have housemates anymore.
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Isn't she a beauty?
[ She bends down and reaches a finger for the blood python's head, who in turn lifts itself so it gets close enough to Hemali's face, flicking her tongue out against Hemali's nose.
It tickles. ]
Don't worry, she's not poisonous.
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[He's only half-joking. And definitely not coming any closer.]
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[ The answer is yes, but Alfie hasn't gotten on her bad side, so he's safe.
Besides, the poor python would suffer if it tried to eat Alfie. Hemali, on the other hand, would make it quick and simple.
She gets to her feet, the python lowering herself back to the floor and slithering her way back into the living room where her cozy habitat is. ]
Are you afraid?
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[He's absolutely keeping his eyes on the snake, making sure it doesn't turn around and approach them again.]
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[ One would think she's talking about some kind of harmless cat or dog as opposed to an exotic python.
As soon as Dhia's form has slipped out of the room does Hemali return to the wine glasses, getting the bottle open and pouring them each a glass. ]
She was being kept in terrible conditions and I freed her from it, so she knows it would be unwise to bite the hand that cares for her.
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[He looks around for a knife to cut the bread, though if he doesn't spot one on the counter, he won't go digging through her kitchen drawers without permission.]
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She could squeeze the air out of you.
[ Is that reassuring? Hemali takes a sip of her wine. ]
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He cuts them each a generous slice of the bread, then wipes the knife off.]
I've never seen anything like it.
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[ She pulls her bread slice closer, breaking off a piece to pop into her mouth. Oh, this is too good. Carbs be damned. ]
Plus you would come right back to life, I'm sure.
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[Despite running a distillery at home, Alfie isn't a big alcohol drinker - but he also doesn't completely abstain, so he's happy to sip at his wine here.]
Do you like the bread?
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Are you not afraid of pain?
[ She smirks, breaking another piece of bread. ]
It's very good. Did you make it yourself?
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