#4 Who owes who a bunch of fingers now?

[screamsofutopia]

[ Lamb's regular is watching mansion TV. Mirror!Lamb doesn't like what she sees on her screen. At all. ]

How dare he. How dare he get himself... How dare he get himself killed where I can't see it?!

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[alwaysbythebook]

[As usual when sister is upset, Benny comes running.]

Sof', what on earth are you yellin' abou--

[Oh. Oh wow, that's a lot of blood. He blanches and turns away.]

Christ. Is...is that me, Sof'?

[screamsofutopia]

[ Hold on a second, too busy throwing furniture around the room angrily with Telekine-- Benny! She stops dead in her tracks although not as dead as Stango and Diogenes hurrhurrhurrr and stares at him as if remembering something, perhaps and quite possibly remembering that he's not dead here and hey, at least that's a relief. ]

You get to bleed outside in colour.

You get to bleed so much-

[ Fireball at her desk, because that usually helps. ]

-and I don't even get to see it!

[alwaysbythebook]

[Getting the extinguisher out of the closet. Again. God, this relationship is exhausting.]

Fire spreads, Sof'. I can't believe he got himself killed.

[He knows his counterpart will be back tomorrow, but he still finds it unaccountably disturbing. He can't seem to look at the mirror, and his face is lined and pale.]

[screamsofutopia]

It's supposed to spread!

[ Angrily setting the carpet next to the desk on fire, BECAUSE SHE CAN. ]

[longbrightcurve]

...Maaan, that looked like it would've been awesome.

[screamsofutopia]

[ She just growls in frustration. Damn right it would have. ]

[two_hazel]

[Mirror!Diogenes is just... not doing too well.]

Oh... G-God...

[screamsofutopia]

Did your other do this?!

[two_hazel]

My... my other is dead...

[screamsofutopia]

How?

[leadmetotheark]

*To ward off a potential fiery blaze that might spread to his room, Masky has baked you sugar cookies. All frosted with snakes on them. Snakes which are also on fire. The fire is sugar sprinkles so it's even shiny!*

Who's dead?

[screamsofutopia]

My brother. The angry one. The one who isn't my brother.

[leadmetotheark]

S-Stango?

*He leaves all the cookies on a slightly singed desk and rushes to the mirror to look.*

Poor guy.

*He sniffles slightly. Poor Stango. And Diogenes.*

[screamsofutopia]

Mmh.

[ She ignores his distress at the mirror and eyes the cookies warily. ]