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[lostmillennium]

[A little bit away from Silver is a book that's been tossed aside, and in his hand are a needle, some thread... And his gloves. They've been torn up from being worn every passing moment save being in the shower- torn up enough that it would be so much more practical for them to be replaced, but he can't just replace them

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[savedover]

There's no point in trying to salvage garbage.

[lostmillennium]

[asndgkasgsad seriously fingers would you please-

... ... ...] They're not garbage.

[savedover]

They certainly look like garbage. [He frowns.] You're ruining your hands.

[lostmillennium]

They're not garbage.

[savedover]

They're falling apart. And you're terrible at sewing.

[lostmillennium]

I don't care. They're not garbage.

[savedover]

Fine. They're trash.

[w h o o p s

Looks like someone is feeling spiteful after being forced to be nice.]

[lostmillennium]

Shut up!

[savedover]

Make me.

[lostmillennium]

...Fine. [He'll just tune you out, then.]

[savedover]

... tch. [Way to spoil the fun of being nasty. Jerk.] Whatever.

[lostmillennium]

Go sleep.

[savedover]

What? No.

[lostmillennium]

Hmph. [Sew]

[savedover]

You, of all people, telling me to go sleep. [He irritably shakes his head.]

[lostmillennium]

[FOR YOUR INFORMATION, MISTER-] I slept ten hours ago.