#dualprocess

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That’s almost funny.

Almost?

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Probably too many.

Just three! The rest are all true stories.

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Get bent.

Hey. Hey. Hey Harvey boy. How many lawyer jokes are there?

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How many lawyers does it take to plaster a wall?

It depends how hard you throw them.

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Bottoms Up || Harvey and Jack

Jack uncrosses his legs, and shoves his laptop to the side, before leaping off of the bed. He's probably a little more excited than he should be, but his original plans for the rest of the day were to make more plans. Not much fun, if you asked him. Getting beat up by anyone is interesting, but especially someone as mentally anguished and repressed as Harvey. Still, Jack doesn't really feel up to fighting for too long, so he decides to bring some food with him to share with his good... friend? Playmate? The latter seems more accurate. Nothing distracts a college student like free food, he surmises, pulling a few pre-made sandwiches out of his mini-fridge, as well as a 6 pack. Jack doesn't drink. He just likes to watch.

The trek across campus isn't that long, but it feels like it. He amuses himself by singing some of his favorite songs, and turning a few heads while he does it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the attention. The bag sways to and fro as he walks, and there's a pleasant breeze in the air. Irrelevant details, he realizes, but they seem to set the mood nicely as he approaches the parking lot.

He sees Harvey in the distance, and raises a hand in the air. "HARVEY! Baaaaby..." He puts on his best "skeevy director voice," before switching back to his regular inflections. He doesn't quicken his pace, allowing each step to take longer than the last. He finally reaches the other boy, and he puts his free hand on his shoulder. "I missed you." He closes his eyes, breathing in deeply. "So much." He breathes out, shaking his head, dark curls bouncing against his cheeks. "You'll never know."

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You’re one sick puppy.

Well, you know me, I'm just a little Ruff around the edges.

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I’m sorry for whatever it was I did.

...

Come to my room and we can talk.

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And what if I was? What if I’m fed up of all this bullshit arguing, Jonny? Because it’s pointless. There’s no need for it, and I hate it.

Mm. Something like that is so easy to say.

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Sorry, I got nothin’.

....Wow.

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Whatever. It’s not like I was trying to bury the hatchet or anything.

I'm so sure you were.