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[boxbythebed]

[IN A CAMP CLEARING:

There is a bonfire going! And a girl dragging in bits of rotting wood from surrounding dilapitated farm houses to toss into the flames.]

Wooo! It's my m'afucking B-Day!

(( Out for the night ))

Comments

[hardlyboy]

Ah-- Jennifer-san, please, that isn't safe.

[boxbythebed]

If you're just gonna be a buzzkill about it, you can fuck off to the other side of camp.

[hardlyboy]

There's nothing wrong with the bonfire itself, but I would ask that you exercise caution when choosing what materials to light on fire-- these buildings are so decrepit that they may easily fall over, you see.

... that having been said, happy birthday.

[boxbythebed]

...

Thanks.

[hardlyboy]

I, ah... wasn't certain how appropriate a gift would be, since...

[boxbythebed]

Since you hate me? Yeah, don't worry, I'm good.

[hardlyboy]

I don't hate you, Jennifer-san.

[boxbythebed]

...

[kicks a branch into the flames]

[hardlyboy]

... I was always under the impression that you hate me. That's why I wasn't certain about the gift.

[boxbythebed]

You're such an idiot.

[hardlyboy]

Am I incorrect?

[boxbythebed]

What made you think I hated you?

[hardlyboy]

The way I've treated you, how standoffish and elusive I've been these past few weeks, the condescending way in which I've spoken to you before... you have plenty of reasons to greatly dislike me. And I would not blame you for any of them.

[boxbythebed]

Yeah, well, hating you would mean I cared.

[hardlyboy]

... I see.

[boxbythebed]

Yeah. That's right.