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“Says the piece of shit fucking my ex-girlfriend.”
“Easy there, mate. Someone has to fuck her right. Not my fault ye weren’t cut out for it.”
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“Says the piece of shit fucking my ex-girlfriend.”
“Easy there, mate. Someone has to fuck her right. Not my fault ye weren’t cut out for it.”
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“Am I capable? Of course. But why would I?”
“Because I don’t much feel like hurting you today. How about you be a good boy and shut the fuck up for once?”
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“Which vibe, again, are we not giving off?”
“A slightly cunt-y one. That not what you meant to imply?”
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“—Sorry, did I grab the last Snickers or something?”
“No. If you had taken something of mine, you’d be thoroughly aware of that misstep by now – even if it was something as bloody useless as chocolate.”
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“Why not? It’s such a good look of mine.”
“Yeah, no. You’re nowhere near cute enough to act this conceited. Sorry.”
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“Because they’re babies or because they’re pointing?”
“Why not both?”
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Every time Franklin’s positive he’s gotten rid of the asshole for good, he’s proven wrong the very second Jack pops up like a goddamn weed. Seeing as the concept of what would work as Jack repellent has crossed his mind on many a sleepless night--and on special occasions, internal debates regarding the pouring of good old pesticide down the man’s throat aren’t unusual either; not that he can be blamed when the bottle swears it’ll ‘take care of any and every pest in your life’--, it’s an apt enough comparison.
“Last I saw you, there was a bone sticking out of your arm. In my humble opinion, that’s a fantastic look for you, but I still wouldn’t have guessed you’d want to repeat the experience. Starting to think you’re a glutton for punishment. Am I right, Jackie Boy?”
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Thatcher hadn't said anything about any visitors, so the knock on her door not too long after she had left was unexpected to say the least. Franklin was far too lazy to change out of his sweatpants just for a stranger, so he pads to the door barefoot and opens it--only to stare with confusion at the man who looked vaguely familiar for a reason he couldn't put a finger on.
"...Can I help you with something?"