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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[knaval]

[his lower lip wobbles suspiciously, riptide looks away and lays on his side again.]

Dunno. I want-- to get one back at him. I have an advantage with him not knowing it's worn off, but... [he sighs.] I don't know. Getaway's so viciously clever and I'm just--

[ANOTHER SIGH]

...Stupid.

[pummelgranite]

[ big robo pal :(
She sits and leans her back against his]

You say that a lot.

[knaval]

When Primus was handing out brains, Riptide, I think you were at the back of the line. Actually, you probably joined the wrong line by mistake.

[he remembers what first aid had said. he loves the guy and doesn't hate him for telling him he's stupid, but... it's still not nice hearing it. he shrugs.]

[pummelgranite]

[ Grunts ]

Fuck that.

[knaval]

S'true.

[he drawls, everclear starting to take effect.]

Everyone goes cuz they get... tired of me. Asking questions and not gettin' stuff.

[pummelgranite]

Maybe they just get tired of you because you're all 69 billion years old.

[knaval]

No. If I know people for a couple months or a couple hundred thousand years. It's always the same. You don't have to--

[he sighs.]

I'm used to it.