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[cometoruin]

[you come home to some asshole draped over a chair, eating your pudding and stealing your man]

Aren't you going to ask me what I've been up to?

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[cometoruin]

This is hardly food.

[coffeerobots]

[how DARE YOU INSULT PUDDING]

I'm going to my room.

[jetlagged]

He'll be leaving soon.

[cometoruin]

Yes, it's a bit too cramped here for my liking. If only you'd returned one of my calls.

[coffeerobots]

You can go outside.

[cometoruin]

Why don't you?

[jetlagged]

Sasha. Go home.

[coffeerobots]

I'm not concerned about it being cramped.

[cometoruin]

Hmph.

[standing up]

Take care not to undo those sutures, Mitya.

[jetlagged]

I know, thanks.

[coffeerobots]

[going to his room!!!]

Hmph.

[cometoruin]

[quietly]

Are you quite aware of what you're doing?

[jetlagged]

[pushing him toward the door by the shoulders]

Whatever you're trying to do, it doesn't look like leaving.

[cometoruin]

I'm only saying—

[jetlagged]

[opens the door and pushes him out]

Yeah, thanks again!

[cometoruin]

[this will certainly not come up again any time soon!]

[coffeerobots]

[... slinks out after a while :T]

[jetlagged]

... I'm sorry about that.

[coffeerobots]

You got hurt again?

[jetlagged]

It's nothing.

[coffeerobots]

It was something enough that you needed your boyfriend's help.

[jetlagged]

[very seriously, for once]

We are not like that.

[coffeerobots]

[I STILL DON'T BELIEVE YOU]

Aren't you?

[jetlagged]

[GOD]

A long time ago, but it still wasn't anything.

[coffeerobots]

He seemed rather into you.