Reginald Bones: Part One

I need to get at Fate’s design in this. What exactly does it want of me? Did it pick me? Because Miss Brown…” he began with a calm warning. “I worked for Fate in the past. I slaved my ass off for her. Then she handed me over to Irony, a cruel bastard with a shit eating grin, and I worked for him too. I slaved for both, all my life, without stop, without wavering. I was a good employee to the universe. And then one day, I quit,” he said. “I’ve been MIA for near a decade. And it seems… I’ve been found.” She

You sound defensive. Do you think everybody is accusing you? Does your guilt demand everybody accuse you?” She looked down. “I don’t even need to see your eyes to know they’re loaded with shame.” She

How you like them stupids, Mr. Bones? Oh, your eyes say not a whole lot,” she mocked. Her breathless words said she’d taken a big risk and was prepared to accept the consequences. “Not so fun having your demons poked at, huh? Maybe I’ll get my tongue in your mouth next time and really tickle your devils.

Little shit. You can jack off, Bones said. As long as you’re not thinking of a woman. “Awwww, thank you Bonesy. Maybe we can pick up the latest edition of Playdog magazine. I bet the bald pussycats really get the hummer going.” Bones

Are you crazy?" The unexpected question threw him a moment. "I guess… if I was, I might not know it. And if I did know… I might not want to say." She

Bones informed dryly, watching him arrange his study tools just perfectly. You know there is a name for what you're doing. I believe it's called ... Bones tapped his temple. Something, something, disorder. "Very funny," Reginald muttered in a sing song tone. "You should try actually paying attention when I study. If you did, you'd know it's called obsessive compulsive disorder, or OCD, but that's not what I'm doing. This is simply me being exactly orderly." Right.

Scratch her arm? “No, she’s picking at her skin. It's a symptom," Reginald said. "One in the OCD family. It's called Dermatillomania or Excoriation. Often due to stress or anxiety, or depression." Or an STD.