[ It's an anger he'll find her embracing in the Murmur. Everyone should feel some small spark of it here. ]
I hurt, and I want to make Sleep hurt. [ Brutally honest. ] But it could be worse. I could still be dead, so... [ Hey! Is that a silver lining she sees? ]
You got shit to eat, right? I got some extra cans if you need 'em.
We should. I plan on it. I've been trying to figure out how... [ But Sleep is both powerful and difficult to reach. ]
Oh, so... You need a specialized diet or something? I guess I won't offer you the candy-coated nuts, but if you ever do need something, I don't mind sharing or trading.
Yeah, uh, got diabetes. But if I'm really careful with sugar, it's fine, I don't really need the insulin or anything if I'm careful.
[Which is just great, because there isn't any.]
But, uh, thanks. For the help, if I need it. But you really should eat stuff so you feel better! And... I'll tell you if I find out how to kick Sleep's ass too!
[Because as much as he wants to kill her himself... well, everybody kind of deserves to do it at this rate.]
[ Diabetes. Shit. That's what Freddie's so worried about, and she knows the two of them talk—might even be friends. Maybe she'll nudge him to reach out to Toki next time he's spiraling. ]
Don't know if eating's gonna make me feel better, but... [ Gratitude threads through the Murmur, small but real. She means it, and the next part makes her grin. ] And you better. I'll be seriously pissed if you go kick her ass without me.
Don't know if I want to burn a bunch of potentially toxic paint, but you're right: we can probably find some shit to use in a craft store—oh! Or maybe the garment district!
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[He doesn't hide his recently-determined anger at Sleep. Makes as much sense as anything else.]
I'm... better. Still feel weird, but different. Probably regular weird for... you know. Turning into stuff. Kinda hungry. You?
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I hurt, and I want to make Sleep hurt. [ Brutally honest. ] But it could be worse. I could still be dead, so... [ Hey! Is that a silver lining she sees? ]
You got shit to eat, right? I got some extra cans if you need 'em.
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[Because if not... he's gonna figure it out anyway. Somehow.]
I... I already got food, you should eat yours so you feel better. I gotta get the special stuff without all the sugar and everything.
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Oh, so... You need a specialized diet or something? I guess I won't offer you the candy-coated nuts, but if you ever do need something, I don't mind sharing or trading.
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[Which is just great, because there isn't any.]
But, uh, thanks. For the help, if I need it. But you really should eat stuff so you feel better! And... I'll tell you if I find out how to kick Sleep's ass too!
[Because as much as he wants to kill her himself... well, everybody kind of deserves to do it at this rate.]
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Don't know if eating's gonna make me feel better, but... [ Gratitude threads through the Murmur, small but real. She means it, and the next part makes her grin. ] And you better. I'll be seriously pissed if you go kick her ass without me.
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[It's nice to be able to laugh about it a little, at least, and he's glad to feel the bits of gratitude. He's happy to help when he can.]
The problem's gonna be fitting everybody in! 'Cause we're all gonna be going at her, like, fuck you!!
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And then we can set it on fire. [ ...she might just want a reason to burn an effigy of Sleep tbh ]
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[He's using some of it for his teddy bear throne, but a toy store has a lot of stuffed animals.]
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Or just get whatever and dump a bunch of paint on it.
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