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Blame Danny.
Subway fic
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Trauma doesn’t want to think of it as being friends with Gary.
Because he isn’t. At all.
It just so happens that the jackass, as much of a freak and a retard as Gary is, is one of the few people who wants Trauma around and actively acts like it. And there’s something to be said for somebody actually wanting you around. When you’re someone like Trauma you take what people can stand you.
And if you just so happen to be lucky enough to have the person who can stand you be the same person who’ll have prosthetic limb lightsaber fights with you in the morgue with you…
Well, that’s nothing to complain about.
Subway fic 2
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He’s surprised when it finally dawns on him that it took as long as it did for him to figure it out. Honestly, he thinks he’d almost be offended if there wasn’t something. Just because of the sheer principle of it.
Paul’s ice pick is on a shelf. So he’d hope that he’s at least on the same level as Paul. And it would strangely offend him if he wasn’t. Which he isn’t going to deal with on top of everything else right now.
At that moment he felt a little silly, but he was glad he’d finally caught on. Because there was no way in hell he’d get it back if he didn’t ask.
“Gary give me back my fucking shoe.”
….Well. At least it wasn’t a finger.
Subway fic
~
Trauma doesn’t want to think of it as being friends with Gary.
Because he isn’t. At all.
It just so happens that the jackass, as much of a freak and a retard as Gary is, is one of the few people who wants Trauma around and actively acts like it. And there’s something to be said for somebody actually wanting you around. When you’re someone like Trauma you take what people can stand you.
And if you just so happen to be lucky enough to have the person who can stand you be the same person who’ll have prosthetic limb lightsaber fights with you in the morgue with you…
Well, that’s nothing to complain about.
Subway fic 2
~
He’s surprised when it finally dawns on him that it took as long as it did for him to figure it out. Honestly, he thinks he’d almost be offended if there wasn’t something. Just because of the sheer principle of it.
Paul’s ice pick is on a shelf. So he’d hope that he’s at least on the same level as Paul. And it would strangely offend him if he wasn’t. Which he isn’t going to deal with on top of everything else right now.
At that moment he felt a little silly, but he was glad he’d finally caught on. Because there was no way in hell he’d get it back if he didn’t ask.
“Gary give me back my fucking shoe.”
….Well. At least it wasn’t a finger.