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WHAT in person
WHERE wherever there's a street :)
WHEN Day 27

[ Wherever you are there is a somewhat ominous ice cream truck nearby. Playing its ominous music. Driving slowly. If you try to approach though, it vanishes, leaving your fingers feeling weirdly sticky as if you had been eating the most delicious ice cream drumstick in your life.

and you crave ... something... what, well, that probably depends on the person, hm? ]

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[suckmyglock]

[he's like, impulsively tidying things in the workshop.]

You run a coffee shop.

[appliedscience]

[just lets him, he's not worried about Lassiter in his lab]

You're right. What I really want is eggs.

[suckmyglock]

[yeah he's just straightening things that are askew and doing a stray dish or something, you know, calming cleaning motions.]

You're going to have to be more specific, otherwise this place might saddle you with a dinosaur baby.

[appliedscience]

See? You're already getting getting how this place works.

[munch munch]

[suckmyglock]

[he does glance over to see where Tony is at with his food]

That's not a comforting thought.

[appliedscience]

[like halfway, he is wasting no time]

No, but it'll save you the mental energy of denying it.

[suckmyglock]

A guy's gotta have some hobbies.

[appliedscience]

Yeah, maybe don't land on 'denial'.

[suckmyglock]

Never been too good at lying, even to myself, anyway.

[appliedscience]

That's a skill you should really market. Maybe sell some self help books.

[suckmyglock]

Ha ha. I could pick you up and put you right back on the sidewalk. Is that what you want?

[appliedscience]

Hey, I'm serious. I made a career out of lying to myself, and let me tell you, the outcome is never all that great.

[suckmyglock]

Are you—caring about me right now? Stop that.

[appliedscience]

I'm commending you. Giving you a compliment? I have no idea, but you're making it very hard.

[suckmyglock]

... Thank ... you ... I think.

[appliedscience]

...

Moving. On.

[a pause]

I need more alcohol in my caffeine.

[suckmyglock]

No.

[appliedscience]

Rude. I'm an injured man. I need nourishment.

[suckmyglock]

Not from a goddamn bottle you don't. If you're still hungry, I'll make you something else.

[appliedscience]

Relax, Officer. I'm not leaving to drive the Indy 500.

[suckmyglock]

Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been sober all week.

[appliedscience]

[makes a so-so motion]

I believe in my ability to operate heavy machinery.

[suckmyglock]

I don't believe in your ability not to fuck yourself up.

[appliedscience]

Yeah, I think I'm doing okay so far.

[suckmyglock]

...





[storming out the door

and kicking the chair that was propping the door open on the way out]