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[mk_warren_hpy]

"...seriously, Andrew, what were you thinking? If we're gonna run this town, we need to be smarter than

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[troika_andrew]

"I said I was sorry Warren, I really am. Please, don't be mad at me dude". I couldn't stand it, he was yelling at me.

"I won't do it again, I swear. The next time you make a bot, I'll get out of the way, I won't even touch it. Though you still owe me Christina Ricci."

As I'm talking and feeling lower than A2D2, Warren tried call someone (I mean, who does he need me me..us).

I ducked fast, "Dude that wasn't cool." The look on his face made realize something.

He wasn't throwing it at me, but he was pissed. What could I blame on Jonathan?

[mk_warren_hpy]

"Shut up," I snap.

This is not the time to bring up girls. Mechanical or otherwise.

I'm not sure where Andrew ever got the idea I owed him anything. It's not like he's ever done anything. Friends don't (let friends) owe friends.

I slink back to the front of the van and slump in the driver's seat, where I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Because it feels good.

"I told you: no more girls."

[troika_andrew]

"Okay, chill out. No more girls. I promise."

Man. Now what were we going to talk about.

"Warren, maybe you need a little, um, stress therapy or something. You know a hot bath, or a massage.." okay, so I really couldn't shut up if I tried.

[mk_warren_hpy]

Oh really?

I glance at Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I get a weird vibe from him. Like he's offering. Like it'll be a bath, for two. It's unfair of me. Not that I care. About fairness. Also: ridiculous. Because it would mean I was giving off a gay vibe by association. Which I don't. Clearly.

But I've already wasted enough thought on that sort of thing. Out you pixies go, through the door, or through the window.

"I tried to call her."

Andrew knows who I'm talking about.

...

Although, this is Andrew here, and it's possible he's forgotten.

"So."

So that explains that.