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[catchacold]

You should be so lucky. But hey, you're the one homesick for seeing more dicks.

It will come some time. Or maybe it won't. People like us, we might not have hearts.

[boilover]

I'm homesick for juvie, not for dick. I like it there. I had shit to do, my bed was better and my dad wasn't around to piss me off.

We don't. No hearts, no wussy feelings. We can die alone, together.

[catchacold]

You'd be in there without me this time around though and that'd be a lot less fun. You can come over here again next time my dad's outta town.

Sounds about right. But first we live.

[boilover]

true, that would be less fun. I'd get way less pudding and that just makes it that bit less worth it. And I will, trust me, this house is a fucking mess.

Fine, I guess we can

[catchacold]

Good to know you like me for the pudding. I knew I'd be worth something one of these days. Also, Lisa likes when you're here. I had to coach her a lot so she'd not ask about you all the time.

Not giving you a choice there.

[boilover]

I like hanging with the kid. I didn't think I'd like the kid that much but hey, she surprised me. Cute kid. And yeah, I love you for the pudding, don't undersell it.

You ain't? Pffft.

[catchacold]

Didn't think I'd like her much either, but then she grabbed my finger and wouldn't let go and cried when I pulled away and I guess now I'm stuck on her. The way to a man's love, bring him pudding. I should have known.

You believe me.

[boilover]

She needs you. That's family I guess. And you know how much I love pudding, you an't be shocked.

Maybe. I guess. Whatever.