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[beejfu]

No I don't, kid.

[corkscrewed]

[ what. ]

You weren't trying to hurt me.

[beejfu]

Yeah, but you were hurt all the same.

Shit. Shit, I actually get that. Fucking flood. Fucking Admiral..

[corkscrewed]

[ with a bit of dawning realization- ]

This place is actually good for you.

[beejfu]

Yeah. I hate it.

[corkscrewed]

Why? Like - why do you hate it?

[beejfu]

BeCAUSE. I thought graduation was gonna be fun! Get together with like-minded freaks, have a few laughs, get to come back to life!

I didn't know you idiots were going to make me feel crap.

[corkscrewed]

[ completely fair. ]

What else have you been- feeling?

[beejfu]

Oh, everything. Basically every emotion that I wasn't already partial to, which are all of like....three? Anger, happy, sad...yeah, that's three.

I lost my weirdness last week. I took a bath. All of you collectively did that, I take no responsibility for that one.

[corkscrewed]

Did you use soap?

[beejfu]

[An unhappy hiss of acknowledgement.]

[corkscrewed]

[ wow. he's honestly not sure what to say here, but then he'll try- ]

You want to hang out later?

[ he's trying!!! ]

[beejfu]

Sure, Hushpuppy. If you wanna revenge kill me I'm cool with it.

[corkscrewed]

-- that's not a serious offer, is it?

[beejfu]

Yes it's a serious offer!

[corkscrewed]

Sure, I'll kill you.

[ cheerfully. he's absolutely lying. ]

[beejfu]

Great!

So how you wanna do it? I don't have the scythe, so if you're looking for that you'd have to ask Hange. Hanging's always popular, or we can go hang out in the Enclosure. I've also been drowned and stabbed through the heart before but if you're looking for something where I'd suffer more, I have tons of suggestions.

[corkscrewed]

[ he bursts into laughter before he can help it. ]

Sure. Let's go with - drowning.

[beejfu]

[such a shudder]


Ugh. Okay, okay, fair's fair. But you're gonna have to let me into the pool.

[corkscrewed]

Sure. Go wait for me at the door.

[beejfu]

Okay. Okay. You got it, kid.

[And he's gone! On his way to stand outside the pool door to wait for Martin to come drown him]

[corkscrewed]

[ yeah he's not showing up.


but he will text every five or six minutes to promise he's on his way. ]

[beejfu]

[the worst thing about it?

He stays there.

He stays out all night until he falls asleep waiting]

[corkscrewed]

[ talking about the pool has made him want to go for a swim. which is why he'll be there early the next morning, in swim shorts and a little flabberghasted when he finds bj asleep on the floor. ]

Oh, uh -

[ wow. he'll crouch down in front of him. ]

Hey, wake up.

[beejfu]

[no response. he's snoring. his head's at a weird angle but that's nothing new]