catchacold | ICy Inbox for Entranceway

That doesn't even sound like something I'd theoretically do.

If you'd said 'take my shit', maybe.

It ain't my ring that was left here, it was yours.

I don't know why you left it here, I don't want it. Stay out of my room.

1. I don't even know where your room is.
2. Didn't have the ring on me when I got here.
3. Weird things happen here, didn't anyone tell you?

I can pick the ring up if you want me to.

When your shit turns up in my room, looks a little suspicious. That's all I'm saying. I would say I believe you but you have a habit of forcing your way into what's mine.

Nah, it's mine now. Finders keepers.

Sure. I broke into your room to plant my ring there, because that was gonna lead anywhere good.

Bully for you, happy Hanukkah.

Got me to talk to you, didn't it? Maybe that's why you did it.

Lonely? Aww, that's too bad.

Yeah, that's the kinda conversation I've been wanting. Sure made my day.

Thanks for the pity.

Pity implies I feel sorry for you.

I don't.

You deserved it.

You were being sarcastic, I was sarcastic as well. Don't worry, I'm not mistaking anything and I know what I deserve.

Nah, what you think you deserve? It's too good for you, you back stabber.

I don't deserve anything good. So, see? Total agreement.

Whatever.

It wasn't me, Mick. I didn't put anything into your room.

[He sends a long a picture of the item.]

Looks like yours.

Yeah, it does. But I told you, I didn't have it on me when I got here. Haven't seen it since before then.

So what happened to it before? It's not like you make a habit of losing things.

It just magically disappeared from you and ended up with me?

Just wasn't carrying it around then. I hadn't lost it, I knew exactly where it was, I'd put it there.

Look, that's not the weirdest thing that will happen to you here.

Well, I guess I wouldn't know that, what with dying in the middle of nowhere. How am I supposed to know what you did with your shit, all I know is it turned up here.

I figured.

You won't die, Mick.

Somebody filled you in on this place, right?

Nah, I sorta figured that one out. Somehow, I survive and it ain't because of you.

Got the gist. I don't need your help.

Yeah. Whatever. You're gonna know what I did with my shit, all I'm saying.

Good.

I don't care. What's it got to do with me?

We ain't each others business no more, right?

[A long pause and a lot of things unsaid.]

Fine.

Good.

Merry fucking Christmas.

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