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[chainedlotus]

I think I'm a bad influence on people.

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[overimpulsive]

... What happened this time?

[chainedlotus]

You say it like I do bad things constantly.

[overimpulsive]

Nah, man. If anyone in our house's a master of getting into trouble, that'd be me.

But the way you said it's... not very positive.

[chainedlotus]

It's not negative. More me saying I corrupt Prefects.

[overimpulsive]

Huh? But you're dating Catty and haven't corrupted her... ["I don't think."]

[chainedlotus]

That all depends on who you're asking.

[overimpulsive]

.........

[congratulations, his brain's sufficiently broken.]

[pathtosacrifice]

Don't listen to him.

[overimpulsive]

'M not! I swear! I just... Ren. I'm totally giving him a curfew speech next week. [because of course, this solves EVERYTHING.]

[pathtosacrifice]

Curfew speech?

[overimpulsive]

Curfew speech. Even with the whole "bring my daughter back by 9 PM or I'll shoot you! With nine guns!"

... It's a Southern thing.

[pathtosacrifice]

A twelve-year old has already given him one. And I'm a prefect, remember? I have to uphold the laws of the school. [not that she... does or anything]

[overimpulsive]

You're going to deny me the pleasure of telling someone he'd better bring back my friend on time or else he gets to meet my dogs Billy Bob and Daisy Duke and Ma Jo? [spoilers: he doesn't actually own said dogs. His accent, though, is getting progressively more Southern.]

... Ah reckon Ah can live with that. Maybe.

[pathtosacrifice]

[just have the loudest snort in history rn]

If anything, when I'm late from curfew, it's because I've been training, not because I'm with Ren. He's lazy.

[overimpulsive]

Figured as much. Still, a guy can't worry about his friend? Ah'll just have to figure out someone else to sic Billy Bob on. Maybe you and Ren can help me find the unfortunate lucky guy.

[pathtosacrifice]

What can I say, I like the exhilaration of testing myself.

Hmm. Any preferences in mind for dog releasing purposes?