backdated to sunday evening. ish.

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[so! after this very educational experience in which we all learn that when a little girl demands that you tell her she's pretty, you tell her she's pretty, it's starting to get dark outside. nevermind that a certain someone is quite pinned down. ... literally.]

[FINALLY HANDLIN' FALLOUT FROM ROAD'S PREINTRO like a boss. if you want to tag in,

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[AND EVEN LATER . . .]

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[sits on the edge of his bed, now HALFWAY DONE with his toast. holy shit, guys.]

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[knock knock!]

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[... goes to open the door with his elbow again.]

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I brought pills! And a slushie. White cherry. I drank a little.

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Thanks. Err. You can just ... have the rest of that slushie.

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Not gonna lie, I was hoping you'd say that.

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Which is why you got it in the first place. Well, whatever.

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The only other flavors were ones you don't like anyway!

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You do know that my appetite is practically dead at the moment, right?

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...okay, okay, I should've guessed. Still! It's a drink, not a cheesesteak.

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It's not quite a drink. A slushie is more of a frozen treat.

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It's a drink on the food-or-drink scale.

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But it's tipping towards food.

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Drink.

[TAKES A NOISY SLURP TO PROVE HIS POINT.]

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[GOD, YOU ARE FIVE.]

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...

So!