[He's asked what the cost is, and it's a reasonable question given that Figaro had been assaulting people. Gepard understood this; he wished he didn't. Gepard liked to think that Belobog would be kind to someone who genuinely couldn't help it. He wasn't so naive to think that they'd overlook a man who ate other people in the same way that he was prepared to, in the same way Gepard knew he shouldn't.
He definitely shouldn't. Figaro hadn't even given him his real name. (And, on top of that, gave him a decisively unattractive name.) He should turn him in. But he doesn't want to, and Gepard shakes his head at the question of cost - reflexive.]
I hadn't thought about that...
[Letting Figaro completely off the hook also felt wrong. The man had assaulted people, after all, but if he went overboard then that would bring them back, full circle, to the entire leashing and chaining thing that he'd been trying to avoid in the first place. Not only that, but Gepard realized that he had a problem: he had no idea what the guy was good at. (Besides luring out strange people and biting them, but asking him to fight was a terrible idea for a number of reasons.)
What to do...Gepard pillows his cheek against his knee as he peers at Figaro, trying to inch back a little because the couch suddenly feels a bit too small for two men who aren't all that small.
Oh, wait-]
Ah. [Gepard brightens, if but a little.] I have an idea. Community service? [Oh, but-] The museum can always use volunteer guides, and that's maybe a weekly commitment. [See? See? Not that much time, high profile, it's hard to take someone aside and eat them in the museum, and, if people discover his unique dietary needs, the high profile wholesomeness might help public opinion and keep people from wanting to chop Figaro's head off.] You have assaulted people, so it's not as if I can completely overlook things, but...it's not something you can exactly help, either, is it? As a resident of Belobog you have rights, which includes not starving.
...I actually don't know what you're good at, besides- biting people, so it's not as if I've got a better idea.
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He definitely shouldn't. Figaro hadn't even given him his real name. (And, on top of that, gave him a decisively unattractive name.) He should turn him in. But he doesn't want to, and Gepard shakes his head at the question of cost - reflexive.]
I hadn't thought about that...
[Letting Figaro completely off the hook also felt wrong. The man had assaulted people, after all, but if he went overboard then that would bring them back, full circle, to the entire leashing and chaining thing that he'd been trying to avoid in the first place. Not only that, but Gepard realized that he had a problem: he had no idea what the guy was good at. (Besides luring out strange people and biting them, but asking him to fight was a terrible idea for a number of reasons.)
What to do...Gepard pillows his cheek against his knee as he peers at Figaro, trying to inch back a little because the couch suddenly feels a bit too small for two men who aren't all that small.
Oh, wait-]
Ah. [Gepard brightens, if but a little.] I have an idea. Community service? [Oh, but-] The museum can always use volunteer guides, and that's maybe a weekly commitment. [See? See? Not that much time, high profile, it's hard to take someone aside and eat them in the museum, and, if people discover his unique dietary needs, the high profile wholesomeness might help public opinion and keep people from wanting to chop Figaro's head off.] You have assaulted people, so it's not as if I can completely overlook things, but...it's not something you can exactly help, either, is it? As a resident of Belobog you have rights, which includes not starving.
...I actually don't know what you're good at, besides- biting people, so it's not as if I've got a better idea.