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[creepyshitking]

[Looks like a certain blood spatter pattern analyst got into the band candy.... Oops. For all the Dexter muses out there: Dexter totally gave you some too c:]I've never really seen the point in pretending. Why am I still following the rules laid down by a dead man? If he had something important to say, wouldn't he still be here to say it

Comments

[betterasshole]

Hey, what the fuck is your problem, Dexter? Don't talk about Dad like that--it's not like he died on purpose.

[Unsurprisingly teenage Deb is... a lot like her usual self.]

[creepyshitking]

[. . .]

No. He didn't.

[betterasshole]

Exactly. And what do you mean by 'pretending'--if this is pretending for you, I don't even want to know how weird you'd be if you weren't. [Okay that was mean.] Not that it matters--no one cares that you have the social skills of a rock, Dexter, so you do fit in.

[creepyshitking]

What do you mean, 'no one cares?'

[betterasshole]

Meaning people don't care that you're a little off, okay? It's just part of your charm or whatever.

[creepyshitking]

Charm. [does not compute.] I'm off?