[And of course, Johnnie's immediate reaction is to loll his head back with his tongue hanging out of his mouth like she's sucked the remaining life out of him. But that lasts all of about two seconds before he's laughing and playfully batting at her to get her to stop.]
Every few fuckin' days it seems like you do that to me, what the fuck? You secretly a vampire?
[Okay she's probably only done that once before, and it was funny then too. He dissolves into a fit of laughter, and yet it isn't enough to stop him from reclaiming the joint and having one last hit from it. The thing's barely a stub now, he doesn't get much anyway, but clearly it's worth the effort.]
Man, those fish things were so fucked up, though. Hey, you guys don't have weird monsters out here, do you? Other than the asshole people.
[From the sound of it, they totally count as monsters.
But Cruz shakes his head, and from the look of it he's mostly now just trying not to laugh too much or alternatively get too wistful about their dumb antics.]
No. Just us, roaming the hills and valleys right out of sight. The people here make up their own Los Cucuys without needing real ones. The African folks have their legends too but as far as I've seen, the white men are more frightening and far more real than the monsters back in their old country.
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Every few fuckin' days it seems like you do that to me, what the fuck? You secretly a vampire?
[Okay she's probably only done that once before, and it was funny then too. He dissolves into a fit of laughter, and yet it isn't enough to stop him from reclaiming the joint and having one last hit from it. The thing's barely a stub now, he doesn't get much anyway, but clearly it's worth the effort.]
Man, those fish things were so fucked up, though. Hey, you guys don't have weird monsters out here, do you? Other than the asshole people.
[From the sound of it, they totally count as monsters.
But Cruz shakes his head, and from the look of it he's mostly now just trying not to laugh too much or alternatively get too wistful about their dumb antics.]
No. Just us, roaming the hills and valleys right out of sight. The people here make up their own Los Cucuys without needing real ones. The African folks have their legends too but as far as I've seen, the white men are more frightening and far more real than the monsters back in their old country.