howbigcanitbe | RP for sonata_adagio Just hangin' around

Patience wasn't one of Hellboy's strong suits and though he'd never really admit it, neither was solitude. He'd already befriended a couple of stray cats but he didn't have electricity (which meant no TV) and he was fairly stuck inside during the day unless he wanted to chance having Myers bitch at him. It wasn't so much Myers bitching that kept him inside though. He knew if he attracted too much attention they'd just send people to get him. While they couldn't make him do much of anything, they could make his life difficult. In any case, the sum of the situation was that just after midnight the night after he'd met Jill, he was standing on the sidewalk across from the Hyperion hotel. It hadn't been hard to figure out or at least approximate which room she was staying in. She gave him tingles that were different from the feeling he got from the vampire. He waited across the sidewalk, shifting from foot to foot for a while (which is to say about five minutes. See the patience comment) then crossed the street. He could be relatively quiet when he wanted to be so the leap he took to the third story window was fairly silent. He caught the window ledge with his right hand, dangling there for a moment before he tapped on the window with his left hand.

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"I usually only hit the demon bars if I have to knock heads together and if Lucy is there so we can back each other up." Jill commented. "You probably go to them a lot, huh?"

He shrugged at that. "They got good chili and pie. I fit in there."

"I've been there. I think you could own that place if you wanted to." Jill cast him a sideways grin.

"There aren't many pure demons walkin' 'round. Most of them are half-breeds. I haven't met anything I couldn't own," Hellboy answered honestly. It wasn't bragging if it was the truth.

Well she thought that was kind of awesome. No one could own Hellboy. "You know that I thought someone had abused you somehow when I saw you last night?"

That made him chuckle a little, a deep sound that came from somewhere in his chest or maybe his stomach. It wasn't something that happened often.

"Darlin' I'll let the Bureau lock me up in a room this size and dictate, for the most part when I get out, but that's because they feed me six times a day, take care of my cats and Father was there. And note the use of the word let. I got out pretty much when I wanted to and they couldn't stop me."

He took the cigar out of his mouth and twisted it between his fingers a moment.

"I'm not invulnerable but I'm pretty fuckin' hard to kill. I've been run over by a train, set on fire more times than I can count and had a building fall on top of me. I ain't goin' nowhere and nobody's gonna make me."

He put the cigar back in his mouth and quirked an eyebrow at her "It was 'cause of the horns, wasn't it?"

"The horns. I figured someone had to have cut them off of you or something." And really the only reason she had thought of that was because of her own past.

"Nah," he shook his head. "If I don't file 'em every day they grow and curve back over my head. I joke an' say I do it to fit in but they're the only thing about all this," he gestured with his left hand to his face and torso, clearly meaning himself "that I can change."

She was about to say that she knew the feeling, wanting to change something about yourself. But then she realized that he might take it the wrong way. He wouldn't understand. So she nodded. "I like it this way. How fast do they grow?"

Normally he was pretty sensitive about his horns. It was one of the few things he was sensitive about but she didn't seem to mind them and she wasn't mocking them or staring at them.

"Dunno, 'bout a foot a month if I don't sand 'em off every day. I got a power sander I use on 'em every day instead of shavin'," he joked as he ran his left hand along the beard he had.

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