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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.

[savedover]

And how long were you awake before that?

[lostmillennium]

Shut up.

[savedover]

No. You have no right to tell me to go sleep.

[lostmillennium]

Fine. Go eat.

[savedover]

... no. I'm not hungry. [Suspiciously-] Is the Island still mucking about with your head?

[lostmillennium]

N- [... ...fuck you]

[savedover]

[... ... ...]

Then why are you being such a bother? My eating and sleeping habits are none of your business.

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[...Glance

and then fussily going back to working on PRICK ...Working on his gloves...]

[savedover]

... you're such a moron.

[lostmillennium]

Tell me something I don't know.

[savedover]

You're bleeding on your stupid trashy gloves. [Something that he hasn't noticed totally counts as something he doesn't know, right?]

[lostmillennium]

[--!

oh god no he can't- water where does he come on he can't-- ...Come on out, Kingdra. We need a little water to wash our hands off and carefully wash the blood out before it sinks in.]

[savedover]

[Well, that's an overreaction if he's ever seen one...]

[lostmillennium]

[... ...Alright we are washing our hands

Which requires taking bandages off

Which reveals many, many pricked spots on his fingers, but alas.]

[savedover]

[...]

Allow me to amend my statement: you're the third most moronic person I know.