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Under any other circumstances, he would have made a joke. The fact that the words had been part of an argument, however, received nothing but a temporarily SILENT stare. “And you say I’M the immature one.” Just because he didn’t walk around with a gun strapped to his thigh didn’t mean he didn’t have his wits about him. “You might know how to survive out there? But in here? Where life is supposed to have some chance at being NORMAL? You’re fucking CLUELESS.”

Kyle smiled and took the bouquet, a pleased sound escaping him in response to the aroma. "Gratitude." he said, "And I certainly feel the same way about you."

     “Wanna split this bag of Skittles with me?” He’d been saving them  for a bad day, but they’d  had nothing but bad days. 

“I’m sorry, okay? But you have to understand that it wasn’t done on purpose... I know we had that fight, but...” Anderson shook his head, fingertips tapping against the opposite arm as they crossed loosely over his chest. “I didn’t want that -- or anything -- to happen to you.”

[ ✉ → Carl ] : You are correct. On all counts.[ ✉ → Carl ] : So let’s see them.

What an annoying little brat. What does he want? A thank you? Probably. Jerome hadn’t asked for any help, even if he did so desperately need it. He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth.          “What do you want? A thank you?” 

Kyle sighed and thought for a moment, “I did once, but that was before everything went to hell.” He replied then forced a smile. “You will have your chance, carl. This cannot last forever.”