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Discussion - 1:03 A.M.

“I’m going to sleep. If you need me, shake me,” Buggy said, voice sounding tired.

“Pussy,” Farrow laughed.

“Goodnight, Buggy,” Clive said, voice still a bit uneasy from crying.

“...Wait,” Farrow suddenly spoke up. “Buggy.” He quickly made his way to the bed and tapped him in the back. Buggy glanced back, a bit confused.

“What?”

“Uh, I forgot to tell you, but...” Farrow tugged on his own collar before leaning in and whispering. “Apoccy’s...Apoccy’s dead, Bug.”

Buggy felt a sick turn in his gut. “...Goodnight, Farrow.” He turned back around and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Buggy, you have to listen to m—“

“Goodnight, Farrow.”

“Buggy!”

“Farrow. Be quiet, for the love of god.”

“Fine. Whatever. Believe what you want. But don’t come crying to me when you come across his dead bod—“

Buggy suddenly turned and punched him right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to fall back.

“Wh-what the fuck was that for?!” He gasped breathlessly. Oz flew over and grabbed Farrow, lifting him back to his feet. Buggy turned himself back around to go to sleep.

“That’s enough,” the bodyguard urged sternly.

“What the fuck! That’s not allow—“

“People are tryna sleep, you dumb shit,” Skuggy growled.