want your psycho;

[dealwith_them]

Pay more attention to the vertical stick, doll. Just sayin'.



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Comments

[population_ctrl]

She's exactly your type.

[dealwith_them]

Like I have one.

[population_ctrl]

My point, bro.

[dealwith_them]

Want me to bow to the master?

[population_ctrl]

[Grimace.]

Not really.

[dealwith_them]

Guess I've done enough of that in my time.

[population_ctrl]

I don't want to know!

[dealwith_them]

[Leer. Leeeeeer. Before he sucks his finger into his mouth, running the fingertip over the inside of his cheek and finally pulling his finger out with a popping, wet sound.]

[population_ctrl]

[... oh my God, you disgusting freak of nature what the ever-loving fuck --]

[dealwith_them]

Good thing those times are over, huh? Now it's my turn to get popped.

[population_ctrl]

Stop talking.

[dealwith_them]

[Fine. He walks up to JL, shoulders past him to sit down on the nearest chair. Finds his fags - the ones you can smoke - and lights one.]

[population_ctrl]

[Sits down on the other chair, holds out a hand. Share with the class, you know how it goes.]

[dealwith_them]

[Picks out a smoke. Holds it out to JL.]

You're gonna die of lung cancer.

[population_ctrl]

Promises, promises.

[Takes it, waits for him to light it.]

[dealwith_them]

[Leans in to light it. Takes a long drag of his own, blowing a few smoke rings before straightening up.]

How the fuck did you manage to put up with her for 33 years?

[population_ctrl]

[Inhale, exhale, mmmmm, smoke. Nicotine.]

I don't know. I like her.

[dealwith_them]

I like my bitches too, doesn't fucking mean I'm gonna stick with them once they're out of commission.

[population_ctrl]

No, Mireille is special.

[dealwith_them]

She's something alright. Can't believe I'm gonna deal with her for a decade.

[Grumble. Drag of cigarette. Grumble.]

[population_ctrl]

You'll manage. [Drag.] Both of you.

[dealwith_them]

What's that you say... Till death do us part? Good thing she goes first.

[population_ctrl]

So long as she dies ignorant, I don't care.

[dealwith_them]

Secret's safe with me.

[He could tell her. It would be -so- sweet. But he won't. He gets paid to stay quiet and he gets paid well.

So. First butt discarded. Second cigarette go.]

[population_ctrl]

[A long look. He finishes his only seconds later, kicking Marcel's shin and nodding towards the cigarette pack.]