Daily Drabble 30: Corpses

"It must be weird with all of the corpses."

"What?"

"For the trees."

"Still not followin' ya, hon."

"So what if all the statues were like actually corpses? And some other something uses them to do whatever."

"Is this what your fancy college classes, I paying for, teach you?"

"No dad! I thought of this on my own. Like electrical poles are the corpses of trees and they're all around the living trees. Isn't that sad?"

"Well... bodies, buried in the ground, once broken down, feed the trees. So they use our corpses too."

"Isn't the circle of life grand?"

Bored

"I'm bored!"
"My mother used to say, only boring people get bored."
"Are you calling me boring?"
"No, I was quoting my mother."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well, I'm still bored!"
"And how exactly is this my problem? Am I supposed to entertain you?"
"That would be cool."
"Not gonna happen."
"Why not? Don't you ever get bored?"
"Because I'm not here to serve you and no. I've never been bored in my life."
"How's that possible?"
"Well, whenever I find that something's not holding my interest, I think of or do other things."
"So.... you entertain yourself?"
"Exactly."
"Then you could entertain me!"
"Not gonna happen."
"But I'm bored!"
"Not my problem."

Strictly Speaking 1: Reading

"I can't read this!"
"Why not?"
"It's all marked up and..."
"You're not very good at your job, are you?"
"...scarred! And yes, I am."
"No you're not. Not if you can't see past a few scars."
"A few? I can't even see the lines!"
"You suck at your job."
"Give me your hand back."
"Why?"
"Let. Me. Try."
"Okay."
"..."
"What do you see?"
"You've been burned and had a lot of pain."
"No shit, shyster. My hands and arms are covered in scars. You're a genius."
"I didn't mean physically! I meant, emotionally."
"You can say that to just about anyone over the age of 12 and it's true."
"Don't go, seriously. Let me see your hand again."
"Fine."
"You have a daemon inside you."
"What?"
"Maybe that's the wrong word? A pet? No...  it's a daemon. Pet is like it's name."
"I have a daemon named Pet inside me?"
"Not quite... Ah! Pete."
"I have a daemon named PETE inside me? Is that Pete short for Peter? I have an ex named Peter..."
"Oh! No. I have it wrong. It's name is Peat, P-E-A-T, like the moss."
"That's not a daemon... that was what I ate for lunch. Not on purpose, mind you... long story."
"Oh. I still think it's a daemon."
"Well either way, it proves you're not a complete fraud. I'll come on for an appointment at two tomorrow."
"I'll have to check my ledger and see if I have that open."
"I already did. You do."
"But the book is in the other room."
 "Yes, I know."