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[boilover]

I'm getting real tired of getting dumped in strange places against my will. I don't like it.

[There's a low, dangerous growl of disapproval and the expression on Mick's face is not a pretty one. It's somewhat reminiscent of an angry bull. This was the second time in God knows how many days that Mick Rory has found himself stranded somewhere new and different, unsure what the hell is happening. It's not a good feeling. It didn't inspire much good will.

Though this is a definite improvement over the last place. For one, there's food. For another, he gets a free smart phone to yell at people over and voice his anger. Not bad. Though he did kind of think they went a little overboard with the white. What was with all the decorations anyway? This better not be like some low rent Christmas Town cause honestly, that sounded a lot like hell.]

You got five minutes to convince me not to torch this place to the ground cause I ain't in the mood to play nice right now. Somebody start talking. [The words come out as an angry snarl, teeth barred. He's not a happy bunny.]

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[boilover]

Makes a lot of sense. I don't no intentions to sleep any time soon. I'm gonna drink until I can't feel and then try to sort this place out. In my head, anyway.

[He wants to sleep but the more he hears about it all, the less he wants to catch some sleep.]

You sitting up then? Ain't you a little young for that? It's gotta be past your bedtime.

[determinedest]

What makes you think I'm young?

[Text is easier, after all, at the moment. And even if he has figured it out by now, that they're little more than a child - they're not young in all the ways that count.

They've lived through too many deaths and killed too many people they love to be young anymore.]

[boilover]

You sound it, kid. You're either young or you're soft but that leave a level of naiveness. It comes with youth. And youth ain't just like the single digits, kid.

These days everyone seems like a kid to me.

[He has no idea how old this person is and mostly, he's just teasing. Honestly, sometimes he thinks most twenty year olds need to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour. They always clogged up the bars.]

[determinedest]

Maybe I'm just very optimistic.

[They're not the best at mind games, honestly. Chara's the one who's better at sounding older than they are.

Shouldn't've thought about Chara. Scrub it out. Move on. Let the thoughts die away, even as they ache and clench around their chest.]

[boilover]

If you were older, like my age, you'd have been a lot more uppity and offended about being called a kid, earlier. Or flattered. You're just refuting. I can't say how old you are, I just don't think you're my age.

[There's a lack of bitterness and snappish-ness he'd just expect from an older person he called a kid.]

Either way, it's past your bedtime. [He grunts, making an amused noise.] It passed mine too.

[determinedest]

[He's smart. They don't bother to argue further. He figured it out pretty quickly, and there's no point in lying.]

We might as well not be sleeping at all.

Dreams make it hard.

[boilover]

You're not wrong there.

I would suggest getting loaded at the bar but I'm sensing that ain't gonna happen.

[determinedest]

LOL! Do they have juiceboxes and Sea Tea there?

[Shouldn't have thought of that either. Juice-boxes, it turns out, are keyed to Chara as well. Another painful thought.

ERASE. ERASE. ERASE.]

[boilover]

I dunno. They probably have coke? You drink that?

I hear there's a kitchen somewhere that's raidable. You can probably steal something you like.

[determinedest]

The closets give out free stuff too! Has anyone told you about them yet?

["Someone" already has, they know. They'll pretend they don't know. It's easier for both of them if they do.]

[boilover]

I got told a gist, yeah.

This place ain't right at all. [Still, he kind of likes it. He always did like weird.] No sleep but you can get free stuff and things from a closet.

[determinedest]

Yeah, it's kind of weird -_-

[Get it? It's you!]

But you get used to it. It's not all bad!

[boilover]

[Cute. Aren't you just a regular comedian?]

Given where I just came from, this place ain't half bad. Less chance of me dying here.

[determinedest]

LOL same!

[Is that...too chipper? They're talking about death. Maybe it's creepy if someone's not used to knowing what their life is like?]

Though I guess people aren't used to having do overs.

[boilover]

Most people don't need 'em, kid. That's why they take them for granted.

[It's a little creepy but hell, this whole thing is and he's long past caring at this point.]

People like us, we get to enjoy it. Like a holiday.

[determinedest]

Feels like sleep.

[Miles to go still. Miles to go, and they're not quite done. But they can make it there someday.

They'll find their sleep.]

[boilover]

And you would know?

[Huh. Dark. He has so many follow up questions.]

[determinedest]

We get second chances here. Die five times and that's the limit.

[And then...something happens. Still don't know exactly what.]

[boilover]

That's better than the usual game of chance.

Usually it's one strike and you're out.

[determinedest]

For some people.

[Wonderland wasn't such a large adjustment for Frisk. The concept of limits, really, was something they had to get used to.]

[boilover]

For normal people.

[How many lives do some people have? Jesus.] Death sure is a cheery topic.

[determinedest]

[Ha ha...well.

They've never been normal.]

I guess it's kind of creepy...

[boilover]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Just makes it more interesting. Still, morbid though.

[determinedest]

I guess so yeah.

Sorry.

[boilover]

No need to be sorry about anything, kid.

Being weird, being creepy, being odd, they're nothing to be ashamed off. You gotta flaunt it. Makes you different. Different is good. I like different.