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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ slipped under the door of each cabin, tent, makeshift shack, or other place of general resident today is what appears to be a quick survey printed on bright pink paper:

☐ yes
☐ no
☐ muffin ]

(( checking "muffin" gets you a muffin. yes and no get you nothing :( MINGLE ))

Comments

[d_d_doctor_dick]

...Wot th' hell...

[IGNORES IT and leaves it on the floor]

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Yeah, quit bitchin'. I did th' best I could.

[newfangled]

And I didn't come here for the conversation.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Wot's got yer knickers all twisted today, huh?

[newfangled]

[rubs at his eyes, trying to be subtle about covering his nose]

None of your fucking business, Worth.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

I might be makin' it my business.

[newfangled]

I'm not in the mood, okay?

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Tough shit.

[newfangled]

[grits his teeth, stepping forward a little]

Look. I don't want to be here, you don't want me to be here, can we just get get this the fuck over with?

[d_d_doctor_dick]

I never said I didn't want you t'be here.

[newfangled]

Do. You have. The fucking blood.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Oh, I've got plenty of fuckin' blood.

[taps the bandage around the front of his neck]

[newfangled]

Can you stop being an ass about this for all of five seconds?!

[d_d_doctor_dick]

[lol]

[newfangled]

Christ. Just-- fuck you. I don't know why Hanna even bothers.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Maybe y' should ask him that.