[in the smallest room he could find]

[stanofthenight]

[is flat on his back and staring at the ceiling as he talks] A new room, and a new tomb. A new rat-race to watch. The valley of despair has led me here, and so... [closes his eyes dramatically] Here, I expire. Here, I await the cold hand of Death.

... Seriously, Death, stop playing with Kenny and get over here. Geeze.

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[redheadjew]

So,..this is the Stan I've been hearing about? [Raises an eyebrow.]

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[stanofthenight]

It's strange that I get such a small spark of happiness that you're at my deathbed. Older for some reason, but hey. Perhaps I'm numb....

[redheadjew]

...Spark of happiness? Why's that?

[stanofthenight]

I can't feel faintly happy over seeing a familiar face before I die?

[redheadjew]

You're not going to die dude. [Exhales a sigh before sitting beside you.]

[stanofthenight]

Yes I am. So will you, at some point. I just... [sighs] Welcome mine. With open, blood-drenched arms.

[redheadjew]

Well, true. We're all going to die some point in time. But instead of sitting here waiting for death, how about..enjoying what life you have left? [flashes him a smile.]

[stanofthenight]

There's nothing to enjoy, happiness is only a lie. I bleed inside for your mask of joy.

[redheadjew]

Nothing to enjoy? So...you don't enjoy sitting here waiting for death either?

[stanofthenight]

I am [drama pause] numb in my wait.

[redheadjew]

Whatever gets you through the day dude. [stretches before lying down beside him with his hands behind his head;glancing up at the ceiling.]