weekends do strange things

[brentwood]

So, uh, that's it?

You find out there's a video game about boarding school and then- poof- I show up? Not that I don't believe you but I'd personally like to think there was more to that thought process than you're letting on. I'm not that simple to conjure up, am I?

Also, that user name isn't great for hiding a secret ID. Just sayin'. And. If I could be back before curfew that'd be grea-- what? What do you mean you think you'll keep me around? You already have a me in your head! [ wow. weird. ] Just. Ugh.

Keep it to the small stuff, okay? Okay.

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[evenrobin]

[Yeah, he is totally eating this shit up.] Are my dashing good looks that distracting?

[brentwood]

What? [ No, shhh, his brain's catching up with him here! ] No! I just. . . have a small hearing problem. [ What. ]

[evenrobin]

[Jason manages to look both amused and unimpressed.] Oh, come on, I know he taught you to lie better than that.

[brentwood]

I'm not lying!

[ . . . yeah, that's not gonna fly. ]

Okay, I'm lying. But. It's just that I never thought that I'd see you [ how do you even say this ] this young. [ Phew. ]

[evenrobin]

[The roughness fades, a little, and he offers a small, bleak smile.] It's okay. You don't hang around here too long without learning a few things.