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I know exactly what you mean. Damn. I like the way you think.

'Course you do. You're a male. We all think with our dicks. Unfortunately, I've got no one to do that with, so I've resorted to rough dirty sex with my hand and let me tell 'ya mate, not quite as fun.

I mean, yeah. We definitely get some perks, or like bribes. I dunno. People like to think that if they are really nice to a cop, it gives them a right to break the law. But it really doesn’t work like that.

Pfft, I break the law all the time and you don't see me trying to bribe you. (I really don't, I'm a good boy, promise.) People are just idiots, you know? That's just how it is.

Like they said in Bob’s Burgers, Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.

Ah shit, mate, you've got a way with words. Right to my heart.

— Today at work some guy wore green bright socks under his grey slacks and a bright pink tie. I don’t understand, don’t they have a fashion sense?

You- mate, I don't even know what those colors even look like. He probably doesn't either, you know.

I’ll be sure to keep the offer in mind.

Keep me at the top of the list, baby. My ass is golden.

What the hell is your definition of good porn? Because I feel like it involves some really freaky shit. It was 7th or 8th. All it had to to with was like basic shit, and we had to build bridges using trusses and that kinda stuff. You make it sound like you not talking is like a horrible thing or whatever, it’s not. It’s just different. Okay, maybe I am. I don’t want to live in a black and white my whole life, I don’t. All I’ve ever done was want and wish for color, it’s just…I don’t know, inconvenient? I can’t keep everyone happy, there’s no decision that can ensure that, and I don’t like that. Mister Stripper is intimidating.

I dunno, mate. Anything that can make me cum? The vanilla bullshit under the "girl's only" tab kinda just- I dunno, isn't in my preferences. I like to see girls get spanked and shit, that's all. Yeah but still, I mean, I was in like advanced music, but that's about it. Not talking isn't like, horrible, it's just not exactly "normal" in this day in age. Hey, just, give him a chance. He obviously had reasons for choosing that career. Maybe he'll- maybe he'll change your life for the better. I know you loved- er- love Scarlette, but maybe- maybe this is something you need. Just do what'll make yourself happy, mate. He's a pretty lucky guy to have you, in any case, and even if he is intimidating, at least you know he's good at lap dances, aye?

You can’t blame a guy for trying now, can you? Music is something, I’ve tried learning a couple of instruments but I ended up with a with notes on a piano and that’s all the real knowledge I have when it comes to music. I’ll see if I can find it, I’ll let you know if I think it’s cool then or not. 

Music is like- it's like art- I always felt like you had to be born with the talent and discover it yourself. It's not exactly something you can like- teach yourself, you know? Oh yeah, please do. What type of art is it that you do? You seem like a surrealist type of lad.

Did your headache go away when you heard it? It seems like the type of song that would have that ability.

Hell yeah it did. I mean, it was down to a dull throb when I heard it, but it got so much better. Like shit, I just wanna take my clothes off and have rough dirty sex to it, you know what I mean?

Why? Because I was on a date? So that makes up for you calling me a slut and any other terrible thing you could think of? But yeah- I’m the bad guy, Beck. You think you’re so entitled to a chance with me, but you aren’t. You can go dance with other girls and be a dick to me, but when I do it how dare I. So take your shaming, hypocritical, dickwad tendencies and get over yourself. 

I'm sorry, but when you go on and talk about all the shit you do on all these different dates and have fun with loads of guys, it's kinda hard to assume anything other than you being a little on the slutty side. No, I don't think I'm entitled to a chance with you, I just don't think you gave me a fair chance to prove myself before you were literally running from me. Oh, so you noticed that, huh? How cute. I sense a bit of jealousy. Look, I could say sorry for calling you a slut, but I don't think I will, because you won't accept it and it'll get me nowhere. If you really care that much, then maybe try to get to know me as a fucking person like I'm trying to do to you. Shit, I fucking drove you to get gas and changed your bloody tire, like, I'm trying and you just keep going back to the same comment. You don't see me bringing up all the comments you've made about me.

Oh right, well, I’ve never done anything of that nature so..so I don’t know. What, is that something you like? It all started in 7th year science when we had to watch bridges collapse for engineering class. I’m not the most innocent thing…don’t make me sound weirder than I already am. Priceless, yeah, sure. I like my comfort zone. It’s cozy in here and nothing hurts or is scary, it’s just nice. People deserve a lot of shit, but they don’t always get it.

Okay, we gotta get you watching some good porn or something, Tal. Sheesh. You took an engineering class in 7th year? Shit, are you like- some kinda genius? Hey, it's alright to be afraid, I mean, I'm scared shitless about talking and look where that's gotten me. Nah, you're pretty innocent, mate. Maybe you need to get out of your comfort zone. Can't live in the black and white world forever, Tal. That's just not how it works. Evidently Mister Stripper was placed in your life for a reason, take advantage of it.

I wouldn’t know, mate. I’ve been relying on meds for the past few days. Now, can you do me a major favor and ask one of those slutty nurses over there how long I’m stuck here? They don’t like to give me straight answers and it’s getting on my nerves. 

Man, give me some of that shit. At least it'd make this headache go away. Slutty? I mean, they're definitely not in short enough skirts, but yeah, I'll do that. You've been there for a few weeks now, huh? Maybe they just- don't know? Tried talking to the doctor yet?

Who knows, Who cares?

Mate, if you wanted to touch my ass and get a good cuddle, you could'a just asked.

I can see you suck with names… But I think those are… good enough coordinates? I’ll see if I can find it tomorrow or later. And the corporate bullshit doesn’t really bother me, you learn how to deal with such things after a while. 

Well, shit mate, I don't know. I'm more of a music guy, really. Piano and all that stuff. I could probably name fifteen in a few seconds if you wanted, but you asked for art supplies and I go down to the bookshop quite often, so. Hopefully it helps a bit. Yeah, I suppose so, but still. It's a cool little shop. Only been in it once but it seemed nice enough.