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[Brandon looks, for all intents and purposes, bored as hell.]
You know what this place really needs?
[Bit of a pause. Purely for dramatic effect, you understand. He is an actor.]
Twitter.
And if you have to ask me what that is, you're seriously dead to me. Like. Don't even try.
You know what this place really needs?
[Bit of a pause. Purely for dramatic effect, you understand. He is an actor.]
Twitter.
And if you have to ask me what that is, you're seriously dead to me. Like. Don't even try.
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[as the idiot.]
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Only to troll people who think Wiccan and Patriot are actually badasses.
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Listen. We should meet. I've got some things to say.
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[he huffs] And yeah, not buying it. What the hell d'you wanna talk about anyway?
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Guy stuff.
[OBVIOUSLY IT IS ABOUT STEPH YOU IDIOT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS LONG ENOUGH TO REALIZE IT.]
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[he says that as blandly as he can muster and then laughs through his nose. He's got some idea of what this is about--probably about Steph--but he's not really in the mood.]
And you need to talk to me in person about 'guy stuff'?
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Listen, I'm trying to do you a favour. You can either be a jackass about it, or you can screw off. Pick one.
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[aughhhh.]
--But ugh. Fine. Name a time and place.
Dick.
[I'M GOING TO BE REALLY ORNERY ABOUT THIS]
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[Just. The location ping for his apartment in Fire. Because fuck you that's why.]
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Y'didn't say a time.
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[his tone is so 'duh' right now. obviously the time was implied.]
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He's there in a few minutes, almost not even knocking on Brandon's door. Ugh, what was he even doing here.
But he knocks anyway.]
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Typical teenaged boy disaster zone, although it's not dirty per se, so much as things have been put away sort of carelessly.
He's seventeen and gives no fucks.]
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He sort of moves into the center and turns to look at Brandon, arms crossed over his chest.]
Let's get this over with, I have things to do.
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[TWO CAN PLAY THE ARMS FOLDED OVER THE CHEST GAME, TOMMY.]
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[He shifts a little.]
I know you were just being a dick, but she thinks you were being a dick towards her.
[Playboys tend to know the difference, okay.]
But she likes you, for whatever reason.
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[he huffs. Because yes, he had been a dick toward Brandon not her, why is this so hard to figure out.]
I already apologised, what the hell else d'you want me to do?
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[God, why is he even doing this he doesn't even like Tommy except for the part where he's hot.]
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But. The fact that Brandon knows so much about her sort of makes his expression soften. He looks at him for a moment and huffs.]
You really care about her, don't you?
[he sighs.] And I'm not mad at her. She's mad at me, remember? [He chews on the inside of his cheek.] But whatever. I'll talk to her. But it's your fault if she bites my head off.
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[He rolls his eyes with a huff.]
I know you aren't mad at her, jackass. But she might not. And if she bites your head off, sure, fine. I'll take the credit and read your funerary rites or whatever.
[a w k w a r d pause.]
Look, we haven't exactly-- gotten off to a great start. But I know you're not as much of a jerk as you want people to think.
[because that's not a familiar coping method or anything.]
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