𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

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you n' me both, big guy.
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ugh. feelin' restless.
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yeah, see?
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yeah, at least i smell better than YOU.
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like how can you go on stealth missions smelling like THAT.
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no, you reek.
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do you even know how to throw a line?
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when have you EVER gone fishing.
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heh. don’t mind if i do.
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i got priority passes.
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get in line.
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it wasn’t june —

it .

( a breath. collecting herself. she must sound insane. )

it wasn’t *my junebug.

i… didn’t know.. i didn’t know.
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. . .

( fuck. )

wait — you knew her. when.. she…

no. no.
she’s —

( wiping her mouth with the palm of her hand, taking in a sharp breath. what to even say? how to even make excuses for her own doings? )

forgive her. please. that — that *thing that interacted with you, whatever it was, - -
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if you’ve got a problem with june bug, you’ve got to tell me. right. now.

she’s my — ffriend.

been my friend for a long ass time too. so, out with it.
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if one of y’all doesn’t start explaining, i promise to the burning depths of hell i’m losing my shit.
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what is going on.
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eh?

( slowly turning, watching stand and walk away. towards oliver’s space… )

oh, alright, bug. uhm. have fun.
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mhm.

( taking a glass, filling it with the same cool tap water. )

food on the back, if you’re hungry.
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( sucking air through her teeth, becoming visibly agitated. she grabs a menu, handing it to the heretic. )

fine. have a seat. tell me what y’all are having.
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yeah, bug.

( pulling up a freshly rinsed glass, filling it with cool tap water before sliding it over. )

y’all gonna tell me the complication? or are you all gonna leave me lookin’ dumb?
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💧💧

uhm. you all know each other, or something?
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( rinsing blender jars and glasses, arranging the bar for the night. as usual, loud as all living hell downstairs. up here, though, calm piano music is piped in via speakers wired in the ceilings. )

( already, there’s a man passed out on one of the many plush couches. )
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my 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨. don’t ask about ‘im. barely know the guy’s personal life but he’s in the know of a lot of things.

knows everything.

and i mean 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.
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yeah, the robot. made the damn thing because we’re SUPPOSEDLY going to see an attack soon.

don’t know how, don’t know when. that’s all the jerk told me. and then, he tasks ME with building a fuckin’ WEAPON.
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better not be important. i'm tired of dealin' with important 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 for right now.

too much goin' on all at once. i'm 'bout ready to flip my fuckin' lid.
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ehh?? what's that?
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you can 𝙗𝙚 honest.

i know i don't look the type, but i've been tinkerin' with shit for years. havin' to help repair a certain android helped me learn some.

plus, internet videos and shit.
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if you wanna stop by, that's cool. you can check out my sweet new android, heheh.

but yeah.. if you could -- help with the mice.
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an observation. i don’t give a rat’s ass about mice. but they’re startin’ to get in my fuckin’ way.

findin’ them all over my FUCKIN’ GARAGE.
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