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'You must think I'm pretty stupid, don't you?'
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contorta
2018-06-11 04:46 pm (UTC)
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I used to have longer hair.
( the words come easily, if a little absent-mindedly. he's busy trying not to read into amos' words. )
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tumang
2018-06-13 09:14 am (UTC)
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One more.
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You can't say that if you've got nothing to prove it. It's like me saying I used to be fat.
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It's a lie.
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contorta
2018-06-14 06:02 pm (UTC)
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I can't imagine that you were.
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tumang
2018-06-15 10:56 am (UTC)
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That's what I mean. Can't prove it.
[
This is what he likes, hanging out with Prax. The conversation is inconsequential, flowing easily, even if it barely makes any sense.
Still, all things come to an end. The thought feels bittersweet when Amos pulls the last staple out of Prax's skin.
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Here. You're done.
[
He deposits the last staple into Prax's hand, before reaching for the towel again, to run it over the side of Prax's head.
]
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contorta
2018-06-16 03:10 pm (UTC)
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You could take my word for it.
( prax responds, quick and easy. then — )
Were you really fat at some point in your life?
( and then amos drops the last staple into his hand and prax glances down. )
Ah. Thanks.
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tumang
2018-06-17 08:48 pm (UTC)
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Amos grins. For a second, he almost tells Prax he'll have to live, not knowing, but -
Then he thinks about Mei. About the uncertainties in Prax's life.
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No. Never had enough to eat to get fat.
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contorta
2018-06-17 08:52 pm (UTC)
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( prax tilts his head, catching the tail end of that grin. smiling back for a moment before amos' answer comes and the smile fades and he glances down at the ground instead. )
I'm sorry, Amos.
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tumang
2018-06-21 05:03 pm (UTC)
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Amos raises an eyebrow, then turns around, cleaning up the pliers, just so he can pretend that Prax's eyes aren't on him.
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About what?
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He's fine. He is who he is, now.
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contorta
2018-06-21 05:18 pm (UTC)
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( prax thinks about it for a moment, brows pulling together. then, frankly: )
For reminding you of something bad.
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tumang
2018-06-23 11:04 am (UTC)
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You didn't.
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Amos gives a half-smile.
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It's just what it was. Don't worry about it, okay?
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contorta
2018-06-23 11:36 am (UTC)
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Okay.
( after a moment, prax smiles back. a little weakly, maybe, but smiling. )
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( the words come easily, if a little absent-mindedly. he's busy trying not to read into amos' words. )
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You can't say that if you've got nothing to prove it. It's like me saying I used to be fat.
[ It's a lie. ]
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[ This is what he likes, hanging out with Prax. The conversation is inconsequential, flowing easily, even if it barely makes any sense.
Still, all things come to an end. The thought feels bittersweet when Amos pulls the last staple out of Prax's skin. ]
Here. You're done. [ He deposits the last staple into Prax's hand, before reaching for the towel again, to run it over the side of Prax's head. ]
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( and then amos drops the last staple into his hand and prax glances down. ) Ah. Thanks.
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Then he thinks about Mei. About the uncertainties in Prax's life. ]
No. Never had enough to eat to get fat.
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I'm sorry, Amos.
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About what?
[ He's fine. He is who he is, now. ]
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[ Amos gives a half-smile. ]
It's just what it was. Don't worry about it, okay?
end scene?
( after a moment, prax smiles back. a little weakly, maybe, but smiling. )