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Technically it was his mom's before it ended up mine. [That's all he'll give her about that night. He's still trying to process all the crap that happened then.]

Me neither, I think.

Still, it's a big, fancy, expensive car that I usually roll my eyes at, but this one is nice and calm at the same time it's fancy. In the world of big, expensive cars, you were gifted the right one.

Feels weird. Feels so weird to have a part of me that's contemplating being friendly.

I am starting to get fond of it. Just a little.

We've actually spent time without fighting for real. I think that's the weirdest part.

You should. I like it better than the BMW. [Kavinsky's car didn't register, really]

We haven't gotten that far yet, but it's less full on fighting and more bickering. Which, really, I'm not sure will ever go away. I actually kinda trust him, after everything the other day.

[But what about the Gray Man's ;_;?]

Yeah, he. He really stepped up, didn't he?

[She has completely forgotten about Mr. Gray's. Which does register higher than Kavinsky's, now that it's not white.]

He did. He could've failed miserably and just saved himself, or Ronan, but he took care of all of us. Weird.

Or he actually is starting to change for the better. Which isn't to say it's not weird.

I predict the end of the world by December of this year.

We'll know for sure when it starts raining fire tonight.

We might need lamb's blood for the door.

I think Kavinsky's a firstborn, though.

We can shove him outside.

Wait, those are the things I'm trying to not think.

No one expects you to just completely stop. Making fun of him's still allowed. He does it to us.

Right. Then we'll totally shove him outside.

Ah, we probably shouldn't. He's impure and would probably only make the gods angrier.

He'd also jabber at them incessantly and they'd send him back as defective.

"This is where sacrifices go? This is so fucking gaaaaaay. I bet you don't even have any blow here."

[She laughs really hard] "Why are you mad? You need to calm the fuck down."

[He shakes his head but keeps going.] "What do you mean? I'm not talking shit. I'm just saying that your heaven is lame as fuck and you probably don't get laid. You look like a virgin."

"I wouldn't fuck you. And quit being so mad. It could be so much worse. Dickbrain."

"You should be fucking grateful. This ass is what's keeping the world from ending."

I think we're officially awful people.

And then he just sends everyone dick pictures until they kick him out.

We didn't actually say anything untrue, though.

You get them, too?

[She might've just cackled] NO!

[He sighs.] My life has become dick pics and Murder Squash.