[ Wallace's double has gotten at his 'berry, and is toying around with it. Oh so casually, did this thing just flip on? Certainly didn't mean to do that. The real Wallace is flopped on his bed again, heels of his hands digging into his eyes. He's looking a bit worse for wear than he did initially. Someone didn't get much sleep last night. Similarly
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Remember when I said they were evil?
Because I totally remember that.
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Uh-huh. I do recall. And notice how I am still above punching mine for great justice.
He's not evil. He's just being a prick. ... Slightly evilly.
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And then he looks back towards the camera.] But I guess--I mean, if what WhatsHerFace said was true, not that I believe her, but if what she said was true then...if he's a dick, it just means that you...aren't. So at least there's that.
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I try not to invest too much stock in what WhatsHerFace and all bitch conglomerates have to say. [ But he has gotten worse, and that Wallace can't deny. But he CAN just not comment on it. ] He's an ass-buster. A buster of asses. Like me without a filter.
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[And then his eyes flit back to the real Wallace, and he grins meanly.] I know that you're all "peace and love" or what the fuck ever, but if he gets unruly, you could always drop him off here. More than willing to babysit. [With his fists.]
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Hey, I know you've got big healing fists of awesome, but lay off my asshole clone. [ Wallace kicks his chair again for good measure and then leaning back against the wall. ] Let's not spend the afternoon punching my subconscious to a pulp. He's only gonna be here for a week anyway. Right? That's how this place works.
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...yeah. Til Saturday night. But that's a really, really long time.
I was just saying. That I could help, if you wanted. [And considering he doesn't really know any other way to fight these things, of course he offered exactly what Wallace has been instructing him against.]
You ok?
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[ His voice is a little tighter than usual regarding the topic. There are just so many implications here that he doesn't want to think about, several involving his having to watch himself get his ass handed to him. That's not really helpful; that's just kind of fucked up. ] We're not hitting other me.
[ He props up a knee, resting his chin on his palm, his elbow on his knee, and peering down at the 'berry with a resolute sort of expression. ] Giddy. Smashing as any guy with a bitchy evil twin can be.
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I didn't mean to--[He sighs.]--alright. But him getting away with being a dick isn't cool, either.
For the record...even though I'm still kind of pissed about it...you did help...me. I think. I mean, I don't know, you at least tried to--[He rubs his arm, feeling uncomfortable.] And that's probably just as important.
If you believe in any of that after-school special bullshit.
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Yeah, you just meant to punch your problems away. [ Were they in person, this is the moment where Wallace would be clapping a heavy, friendly and neighborly hand onto Lucas' shoulder. Not that it hadn't already been proved how well that went. ] You're emotionally retarded. It's okay. I understand. Most boys are and you can't help yourself.
[ He's just trying so hard. For once. It's almost sweet. Or painfully awkward or something. Wallace scratches at his chin, a little tiredly. ] That's so cute, he's trying to make you feel better and everything. Shittily, even.
[ Wallace's eyes shut for a moment again, before he peers back at Lucas. ] You're welcome. Civic duties and all that jazz.
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He bristles at the Shadow Wallace's insult, even though he knew it was just the stupid double and he shouldn't take it personally. But this is why he never tried to be nice--he was much better at being shitty.] Whatever.
If there's anything I can do, just--I don't like owing people. And I owe you. So.
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Your fists of fury can rest easily, you don't have to help me out this week. Maybe I'll just sign you up as part of my league of bitches. You like leagues.
Or you could just suck my cock.
... Or bitches!
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Sorry, Wells--"member of the League of Bitches" doesn't sound like something I'd be eager to add as a credit on my IMDB page anytime soon. Besides, just because I'm in one league doesn't mean I'm like...that guy in leagues. It's just one.
[And then, because he can't just leave things alone, in the direction of Shadow Wallace] ...please. You wish.
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[ His voice dips a bit into sarcasm for a moment, eyebrows raised jovially. ] Besides, I have extra punching available as an option if I wanna get him quiet. Got that from you. There, we're even. Isn't it magical here in Evenland?
Oh, honey, you don't know how much. [ Wallace claps his hand to his forehead. Had Shadow Wallace a martini, he would probably be smugly sipping off it right now. ]
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[He actually just gives an entertained, if not a little surprised, half smile and eyebrow furrow at Shadow Wallace's comments.] Your evil double's pretty forward, dude.
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[ As for his Shadow self, he's hopping on the bed, looking fairly refreshed, setting his head jovially against Wallace's shoulder so that he fits in the shot. ] You're on his list. Duh. Of course I'm forward.
I am going to gag you. Closet. You will go back in the closet where you have not been for years. He already knows he's attractive enough, he does not need the help.
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