4.02

[burninhale]

Well, this is it. This is the end. I've been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, set on fire, come back from the dead, and this is what did it. I'm ready to lie down in a grave now. It's all gone, it's over, farewell.








Except coffins and grave plots actually cost money. Which we no longer have. Add to that —

...

No, let's focus on the money. I don't think we need to discuss anything else.

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no worries, glad you couldn't!

[coldsteelblue]

Oh yeah, and what am I miss-? Whoa.

[He does a double take to make sure it's really who he think it is.

Is that-? Are you me?

[smilederek]

Yes.

[One day, you will lose the ability to use multisyllabic words. This is your future.]

And you're way too trusting.

[sage advice from the future.]

[coldsteelblue]

Too trusting?

[He doesn't like this future. Take it back!

Don't mind him, just circling about and, brows furrowed and all that.]

What's wrong with us?

[You.. He means you, older Derek. Tense, brooding, silent, ever present scowl... The future is looking like a very dark place.]

[smilederek]

Not us. Only you.

[Derek's just assuming that you're asking about what's wrong with being stupidly overly trusting.]

I outgrew it.

[Outgrew it by doing all the stupid things that you are yet to do. Your future is going to be so, so awful, babby self.]

[coldsteelblue]

Yeah, it looks like you've outgrown a lot of things.

[He's friggin huge.]

And I meant what happened to you, the future me. You look... I dunno, something's off.

[Like he's gone through some things, terrible things. He doesn't want this future!.]