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Lance looked to the door for a moment, then back to Cale. "Nope. Not dealing with that mess today." He took a drink.

2015-11-04 03:33:35

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He sat back down with the computer, googled something, and got back up, walking over to the door and sliding the closed laptop underneath. "Oi. You've got a decent job, just buy some of this." A muffled voice said, after a click, "...flame retardant?"

2015-11-04 03:38:42

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Hmmm...? Was Beckett actually helping? Well...that was nice of him.

2015-11-04 03:40:48

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"I can't just /spray/ myself with--" "There's also this wicked cool oil stuff, but that's really more for preventing burns than fire, since it's super flammable. You can set yourself on fire, put it out, and not feel a thing." "Why the fuck would I want to do that." "Or, y'know, you could just dress in asbestos." "Your ideas are ridiculously impractical, but I.../might/ appreciate the effort?" Beckett didn't respond this time, though. He'd already slumped to the ground, asleep.

2015-11-04 03:45:54

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Lance paused, then understood what happened. "Aaaaaaannnd Zane is the next one to be without voices. Bets need to be taken for this next time."

2015-11-04 03:47:19

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"What? Don't make Cale gamble, his wallet's empty enough as it is." The door slid open and he peeked out, then noticed Zane asleep. "...goddammit."

2015-11-04 03:48:57

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"What does he have to lose? I have an entire inheritance to my name for the most part."

2015-11-04 03:53:15

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"Exactly, and you don't need any more. Thank God I'm moving. Wait, nevermind, that was just a slip of the tongue."

2015-11-04 03:54:32

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"Yes I do. I need Cale's entire form of income as well. There will never be enough."

2015-11-04 03:55:49

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"He doesn't /have/ a form of income." "Hey, fuck you." "You can't possibly deny it."

2015-11-04 03:58:40

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"I'll sell him on the street for one then."

2015-11-04 03:58:58

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"By all means. Remember me when you're rich off of whoring him out. It's too bad his body's the only thing he has going for him." Cale downed his drink and stood up violently. "You little--"

2015-11-04 04:02:14

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Lance reached an arm out and stopped Cale from moving. "Now. Don't be like that. But. Go ahead and say that to Ivory. I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

2015-11-04 04:03:56

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"I'm pretty sure you're telling me to go play in traffic." "/Please/ do."

2015-11-04 04:07:37

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"Pretty much, but if you hurt her that will seem painless when I'm done with you."

2015-11-04 04:09:31

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Okay. I get the fucking point. Everyone wants me to die. "Good thing I can't feel /pain/ right now then. You don't have to threaten me to make me not want to hurt her."

2015-11-04 04:10:43

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"It's not a threat. It's a promise."

2015-11-04 04:24:30

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"Great. You know what, fuck it, I'll just do the job for you."

2015-11-04 04:25:52

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He rolled his eyes. "Suicide is never the answer."

2015-11-04 04:26:31

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"Really, because I'm getting the feeling that everyone thinks I'm a special case." You think I'm not serious? I'm so sick of being treated like crap, even if that is what I am.

2015-11-04 04:28:48

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"You're wood, Madison. Of course they will. It's called not giving a fuck about what other people think of you."

2015-11-04 04:32:20

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"Well, guess what, I do give a fuck, or I would've stopped apologizing a long time ago."

2015-11-04 04:34:12

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"Well that's your problem. What you do is your business, but it will become my business when Ivory gets hurt because she has a problem trusting the wrong types of people. So, you can cut the defensiveness."

2015-11-04 04:38:38

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"I DON'T WANT TO HURT HER!" Am I the 'wrong type of person' then?! SAY IT TO MY FACE!

2015-11-04 04:41:23

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"Okay."

2015-11-04 04:43:29