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[leylined]

I feel like Batman.

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[fucking_kavinsky]

Fuck yeah! Though you're more like Robin.

[leylined]

Please. If anything you're Robin.

[fucking_kavinsky]

How the fuck do you figure?

[leylined]

I have the Batmobile and I've saved your ass more than you've saved mine? Face it, you're one "Golly, Adam!" from being my Robin.

[fucking_kavinsky]

I fucking gave you that car, you dick! And I wouldn't exactly call driving me to the hospital for a broken rib saving my life. You haven't saved it ever, really.

[leylined]

I said I saved your ass, not your life. We haven't really been in a lethal situation for me to save it. So there's that, keeping you from failing English, helping you connect with the Boone stuff, making that sledding thing better...

It's fine being Robin. He's cooler, anyway.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Fuck off, Those things all could have been done without you, Parrish.

How the fuck do you figure?

[leylined]

Maybe. Maybe not. But I still helped you out with that stuff.

Batman's this huge, emotionally stunted ass that can't hold down any relationships, platonic or otherwise. Meanwhile Robin's constantly getting girls and doing fun things as an adult and even as a teenager.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Whatever, man. I've helped you out plenty of fucking times too. [which is an odd thing to admit and now he wishes he just didn't. It's weird to think he's helping them]

Oh, well then, I'm definitely Robin. You're like, the cat, or something.

[liberty_bodice]

We can paint the panels different colors, if that would help.

[leylined]

IT wouldn't be the same. This car actually runs well.

[liberty_bodice]

Open the hood and give me a hammer, I can fix that.

[leylined]

Don't you dare. [Threaten his life. Threaten his friends. But Blue, he will die on this hill if it means a poor, innocent car will survive.]

[liberty_bodice]

I have little hands. I can get in and start pulling wires.

[leylined]

You want I should bust your kneecaps?

[liberty_bodice]

[Starts walking toward the car]

[leylined]

[He follows her cautiously, waiting to spring if she makes a break for it.] Think smart on this, Blue.

[the_greywaren]

God damn that is a pretty machine.

[leylined]

Yeah. I'm starting to grow fond of her.

[the_greywaren]

Starting to? I'd lick the shine off that paint if it was my car.

Also, thanks for the wet tee shirt contest. K wins, his shirt was white. Take note for next time.

[leylined]

Why would you do such a horrible thing to it? And yeah, starting to. It has to compete with the Pig, the Beamer, and the Honda, too. [It may be a shit car, but it's his shit car.]

Didn't know it was a competition, Lynch.

[the_greywaren]

Because it's sexy as hell.

Two good looking guys spraying each other down with beer and soda? Of course it was a competition. White shirt next time, Parrish.

[leylined]

It's awful. You admire Bentleys. Maybe stroke its panels lovingly every now and then. She's classy. Licking is for inferior cars.

I'll keep that in mind, O Wise One. Should I get booty shorts, too?

[the_greywaren]

Fuck that. I'd rub my dick on that car and beg it to have my babies.

Uh. Yes. That was the dumbest thing you've ever asked me.

[leylined]

[Adam laughs quietly.] I know who to go after when I find mushroom stamps, then.

[That makes Adam blush. The entire conversation does, really, and he's fighting the urge to break down into a fit of shyness. It makes him feel wanted somewhat, even though another part is bringing him down by reminding him that it doesn't mean anything.] I don't have the ass for those.