Sim's comment had Emilie genuinely laughing for once. Which must have been the reason she hung out with him as much as she did. She was still grinning when she realized she'd forgotten her visit to Libris Tacitus.
Emilie stopped, turned, and sighed, looking toward the homeless man. They would have to walk past Crazy McHomeless, and then she'd have to sit through at least 20 minutes interrogation from Sim.
"Shit. I forgot something. I'll catch you later, okay?" She said to Sim, sounding a little too nice in her effort to ditch him as she started walking back in the direction they'd come from.
"Wait! You haven't agreed to do my homework" he said, wounded, as if this was a perfectly reasonable thing to agree to. And now he was following her again, the drone of the crazy preacher getting nearer.
"What if that guy tries to slit your throator something? Best have a real man to accompany you."
The homeless man's eyes widened as he saw the green haired girl and her friend approaching again. His hair stood on end. "Back heathens! Back to the firey gates of Hell from which you came! Do not pollute us with your evil ways!" he screeched from his milk carton.
Emilie, being from New York, knew better than to interact with homeless men. You dealt with them by ignoring them, and moving on as quickly as you could. Anything less incurred nothing but needless harassment, and possible violence. She knew, and yet.. she turned on one sharp heel and stood her ground.
"Or what? What the fuck are you going to do about it?"
It seemed that her time at CCI had given Emilie a developed feeling of invincibility.
Today was turning out a lot more interesting than Sim had first imagined as he looked on gleefully as they started to attract a bit of attention. He puffed his chest out slightly and stood next to Emilie trying hard not to smile.
"Yeah yeah yeah, blah blah blah," Emilie rolled her eyes, ignoring the wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach that came at the threat of fire. Furthermore, she was officially arguing with a crazy homeless man. She was pretty sure that made her the crazier one.
"You didn't answer my question, dick-head. You just gonna yell at people and hope they find Christ? Do you really think threat of damnation even works on people these days?"
"You lead the flock away with your falsehoods! Your power is only given to you by the Devil to trick God's flock to you! Someone must lead the innocent back to the truth! Some day you will see that your evil ways will lead to your demise!"
"If you keep shouting at people in public you should worry about your own demise" Sim shouted back, not really bothered about looking entirely crazy himself.
"A day of reckoning will come and you will see! You will all see! Those undeserving of God's mercy will fall and the innocent will ascend with Him in His glory," he fell into mumbling to himself again and hopped off his milk crate. He sat down on it and held his knees, rocking back and forth to comfort himself. "Madness, madness, they bring madness."
"I welcome that day!" Emilie grinned and shook her head, knowing full well that Rapture, like the rest of the man's religion, was just a myth.
Then again, most people thought witches were just a myth. She didn't bother thinking about this. Instead she turned to her friend and rolled her eyes with a laugh--intensely casual despite the fact that the two of them had just gotten into a heated argument in public with an obviously crazy homeless guy.
"Fuck this, guy's crazy." Emilie affirmed before starting to head back toward the book shop again.
"Crazy and he smells like shit" Sim added, spitting on the floor near where the man was rocking back and forth. He followed the green haired girl again, shoving his hands in his pockets.
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