paradisalost | ─ forty-three

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takamura uru

─ forty-three

[ written ]

Has anyone seen a pink cell phone with [ doodles in this ] that attached to it?

[ mumbling to herself now ]

Mrrrr! Where did I put it?

[ ichirou-kun ]

Hey-- are you feeling better?

[ added in later! ]

[ elliot ]

Ah, sorry-- I think you still have my phone, right?

[ ooc: ffff replies will be slow ]

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Shut up, Stephanie.

I'm surprised you're talking to me.

You'd appreciate getting the silent treatment, snitch.

Oh, like you expected me to not tell him?

No, I expected that. But it's YOUR fault it escalated like it did.

I asked you to give it back nicely, and you ran. And when you were caught, you attacked. Then, you still refused to give in.

Tt. DRAKE started it, and I wasn't going to listen to him just because he had my arm twisted.

You stole my phone, not Tim.

[firmly]

I would have given it back if Drake WASN'T pissing me off.

He was keeping you from bolting. Like you tend to do.

I said it was tag, didn't I?

Annoy me again, Steph, and I'll tell Dick everything.

Don't try to act innocent. It doesn't work for you.

[... grr. She doesn't care. Not... really... ugh. Dammit, Damian.]

But it worked so well last time. And I'm sure Dick wants to know about how incompetent you are, or how you started a city-wide gang war.

Damian.

What?

Don't open that can of worms.

Give me three good reasons why not.

One, because it's totally irrelevant now.

Two, Dick is stressed enough as it is. [WITH YOU]

Three, because I'm asking you nicely. Please.

It's a mark of your incompetence, and Dick should know what failures he's working with.

There's also a thing called learning from your mistakes.

I know. I do it all the time.

Let me know when you start.

We'll see.

[just... shuts the journal. They can banter all night]

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