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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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Let's hope for lucky, yeah. Somehow, though, I think love's pretty much insanity no matter what.

I wouldn't say that. At least, I hope it isn't. I can see where some of the paralells can be drawn I guess.

Well, this is me we're talking about. Anything romance-related with me is bound to have a little more insanity than the average.

I guess there IS that. I mean, I wouldn't call it insanity. Just.... there's some specific challenges there. That doesn't really change much though because everyone comes with a set of specific challenges.

I ... think for you, you're probably just dealing with the normal craziness and a worried partner about your health. It probably wouldn't be insanity. You'll be fine. I'm mostly kidding around about the crazy for you. Me, I'm starting to think I'm not hard-wired for what you'd call normal, healthy relationships. The one time I got desperate back home was just... seriously screwed up, short and co-dependent, and the one stable thing I had I think we hated each other more than anything else.

Maybe it's the demon in me. I don't know.

I don't know - I mean, I've never even BEEN in a relationship and I may never be. But I think, from what I do know, lots of people get involved in short lived, messy relationships that don't end well and come back just fine. Eventually you'll meet someone who really cares and is able to deal with your other half one way or another. I'm sure of it.

I... kind of already have, but it's weird, and I don't know if it will work. [She sighed and rubbed her forehead. The irritation built when she thought directly about him.] It's not a normal relationship though. I don't know how to explain it other than he's... kind of a rival, only not. We're still feeling this out, and I'm not completely convinced this isn't a wretched, stupid, horrible idea that's going to end terribly in the long run.

Oh! That's really great!

[The look on his face is happy even if her description is... kind of less so.]

I hope it all works out well. What's his name? Maybe I know him?

The idiot's name is Eridan Ampora. He's arguably the most irritating, egotistical half-witted example of a troll that I've ever met. He's also very difficult to get off of my head and ... his fins are kind of cute.

If you tell him I said that, I'll let the evil side out on you. [she gives a little smirk, not unlike she knows that last bit shouldn't be taken seriously even if it was meant that way.]

Trolls... they're strange. Romance, or some of it, is rivalry, violent. I'm... still getting a hang on the rivalry part. He really is irritating as hell, but he actually seems interested, and he hasn't given up even knowing the crazy part. It... doesn't hurt that they're all violent as is, so as long as he survives and grows back, it's... well...

It's probably ok in the end. It cuts me some slack.

Oh - A troll?

[Now there was an interesting concept. He'd been expecting... well. Someone Human. But then again, she wasn't Human herself in entirety so...]

I haven't met that particular troll, so, I'll keep your finny comment nice and private. But when you say romance is violent and stuff, you're not expecting him to hurt you, are you?

[One of those curious things about Samantha that people might never have noticed was that she had never been particularly picky in terms of race, gender or species. She distrusted 'demons' automatically, but even then she still was not particularly prone to caring that much. To her, species really didn't matter in this regard.

The why of it, however, could be harder to get out of her.]

I am. We already have, actually. I had to get a little patched up before, but there's supposed to be a rule with them about how you're not supposed to go too far. It ruins all the fun, or something, if you break your rival and there's nothing left to play with after. Then you don't have a rival anymore. It's... a fine line.

I thought about Gamzee initially, a while back, when he bashed me upside the head. Far as I could tell, though, most of them didn't seem to think that he knew how to hold back. I'm not sure it would have worked out well there, since he might have tried to kill me. Eridan? I'm pretty damned sure that's not what he wants.

[She shivered a little, part of her a touch revolted, and part a little excited. She had a few ideas what Eridan wanted.]

But, like I said, he's got regeneration, and I can patch myself up from minor issues on my own and I guess I really don't mind a few little scars now and then... So him hurting me's fine, as long as well... how do I...

As long as he's really out to hurt me, if that makes sense.

It... it... ah....

No. No, it doesn't actually make any sense at all. To me. But, I mean... so long as you're happy? I mean, if that's.....

...if that's what you want then I hope it works out. I don't understand it but I'm not about to judge. Just... if you ever need to get any kind of healing just let me know. I mean, I'm level two now so... so long as he's not breaking your bones or knocking out teeth we should be OK....?

I think I'm just not hard-wired like most people, Hisao. That's all, and I know it probably comes off as unappealing, even a little scary and unhealthy, even though I used to regenerate back home too. I don't expect everyone to understand, and I'm kind of expecting people to react oddly eventually.

It's a violent sort of thing, and I'm not a troll, so why shouldn't a few people? But I might call on you after a date one of these days. We're not likely to break any bones, so ... you could probably handle this sort of thing just fine. Just... try not to ask any weird questions unless you really want to know too much about my relationships.

Beleive me - the chances of me asking any questions are slim to none. So, nothing to worry about there.

Heh. Not wanting to know that much about the details of a half demon's romantic life, are we? [She snickers a little.] I don't blame you.

The description of things so far is just... it's a little bit beyond my ability to really 'get' it so, I think it's probably for the best!

[He chuckled good naturedly, most of the shock having faded by now.]

I guess I just always saw romance as a gentler set of circumstances.

That always ended badly with me. It's... part of the reason I've even considered this is that it seemed to work without the crazy. Maybe I'm just not meant for gentle, though I do understand it not being an easy thing to understand.

It's fine - so long as you're happy, I really don't need to understand anything else, you know?

Nope, we really don't need to understand more. Alright, in the meantime I think I've got some stuff to do, Hisao. I'll talk to you later. Thanks, though.

Yeah - I've got squirells to feed.

[He pointed to a few big, black eyes staring at them from some nearby shrubbery. He flung out a small handfull of popcorn and peanuts and watched noses twitch in anticipation.]

I'll talk to you soon, OK?

[He wanted to add 'be careful' but considering everything...]

Take care of yourself, Samantha. Call on me if you need anything. Anything at all, alright?

Will do. I promise. See ya around, Hisao.

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