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[apathet]

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[apathet]

I'm not saying you're not allowed to be there, I'm saying if someone came at you in your sleep once who's to say they're not going to do it again? You can only get hit in the head so many times before it's had enough.

[ having said that, he doesn't particularly strike her as the kind to have a whole lot of friends to fall back on. she'd offer him a couch, sure, but she's one of a likely small minority - and she doesn't have a couch to spare. ]

[resleeves]

[ he rolls his eyes. ]

Fine, I'll stay on a fucking bench.

[ sounds like a party. ]

[apathet]

[ uuuuUUUgh ]

That's not any better. There's got to be somebody who'll tolerate you for a night or two.

[resleeves]

There's not.

[ welcome to his life. ]

Don't fucking worry about it. I'll be alive in the morning.

[apathet]

[ UGH!!!!! ]

If you've got the money to drink, check in to a hotel.

[resleeves]

Fuck off.

[ he doesn't want to talk about this anymore. ]

Go get your hand checked out. I'll do what I do.

[ survive like a cockroach. ]

[apathet]

[ don't you fuck off her, only she gets to do that ]

Either go to a hospital and sleep on a bench or don't and get a room somewhere. Or get an infection off a bench somebody's pissed on by sleeping on it with an open wound because you're fucking stubborn. Whatever feels right.

[ she's not going to fight him on it anymore - she's let her power fade out and her hand's starting to fucking hurt. ]

I'm going back.

[resleeves]

Toodles.

[ he doesn't say what he's going to do. let her live in suspense. but, he does give her a little sarcastic wave to see her off. ]

[apathet]

[ uuuugggghhhhhhhhh. one healthy flipping of the bird later and she's off, bye dickweed ]