feistytrader | trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

[So. All that was a thing, and Gold is so ready to hit the bed again because goddamn was that an early wake up call.

He will hit the bed. Goodnight, Silver--]

[Silver spares about a second to actually close the door, but that's all the reprieve gets before he immediately goes to sucker punch him right in the face.]

What the hell is your problem?

[Holy shit he's reeling back, holding his face with a scowl.]

What? You mean the thing I did at the trial?

[You know, the answer's probably yes, but instead of answering, he's just throwing another punch.]

[He's expecting this one and he'll dodge backwards, throwing all his weight into... throwing himself into Silver's gut, a split lip clearly the result of that first punch now. No words? Fine, they've never been talking types anyway.]

[He's fine with exchanging blows for a while, and hardly seems to notice the hits Gold sends at him no matter how hard they are. ...He does, but he's not giving Gold the satisfaction of seeing him cringe right now.

Ultimately, he ends up hoisting Gold up and tossing him on their bed, putting space between the two of them.]

I'm gonna ask you again. What the hell is your problem?

[It's hard to tell if he's calmer or just got colder about it, really.]

[Colder, definitely colder, and Gold scoots off it onto the other side. He's hotter himself, glad these rooms are fucking soundproof.]

What's the difference between almost dyin' here and almost dyin' back home?! We get into enough shit back there anyway, it ain't any different here!

You never handed Pryce a knife and asked him to slit your throat just to see if he could.

There's a big difference between risking your life for something important and acting like it doesn't matter. You're not an idiot. Don't play stupid with me.

[...]

There're plenty of good people in this crowd. If something else happens, it ain't gonna be for no reason -- if something else happens. Pretty sure we know who we can trust based on that, considerin' it was pretty in the moment.

[The people jumping at the chance to scold him proved a lot.]

I just figured it'd be a pretty easy way to see if that lady was crazy all the way through or not. And it'd be some pretty damnin' evidence if she did it hard enough to leave marks in the first place, yeah?

And what if she was strong enough to snap your neck? She didn't have anything to lose.

[There's no one in here they can trust except for each other. Not even the good ones. Although Gold is right about how it does paint a clearer picture on some people than before.]

She wouldn't have anything to gain from killin' me either! [...] Wasn't a good plan, whatever, sorry about sayin' what I did, won't literally stick my neck out to possible killers again.

[Look at that, slipped right in. Perfect.]

That's nice.

[Gold doesn't sound like he means it, and that's not the only thing that's bothering Silver, either.]

Was there a point to announcing that you're all I've got, or was that just to be an asshole?

Depends, are you gonna punch me for sayin' I had a point to it or not?

[Say yes.]

Depends on the point. Either way, I'm gonna punch you if you don't tell me, so speak up.

... I was just bein' an asshole.

[To his credit, though, he looks sour about it. He's also not looking at Silver.]

Was there a point in sayin' that you'd let me die?

[...You know, he just... Stops for a moment, and stares at Gold for a good long while. Opens his mouth a little, closes it again...]

Excuse me?

[No, he has to make sure he heard that right.]

You said you took your words back. I wouldn't have said what I did if it wasn't for that, you know.

[That hurt, man.]

...I take back beating you up later, I'm beating you up now.

[Gold, what the hell are you talking about?]

[... Oh.

Well.

He's gonna. Hi, bed. Hello. You're. You're there, you have a pillow he can shove his face into ow ow ow.]

Kill me, Silver. Just kill me.

[...Well, he's raising his fist again, and sending it at Gold.

He's not gonna punch him, though. He's just offering his pinky.]

We're gonna make it out of here, one way or the other. That's a promise.

[He can't protect everyone, nor does he really want to try, but he can promise Gold that, at least.]

[... Yeah, yeah, he'll raise his pinky to link it.]

You're a damn kid, you know that? [he's still doing it though what's that say about him.

And... he's squeezing his pinky, not letting go just yet.]

... Sorry. Wasn't nice of me to say that, especially in front of everyone.

It's...

[It really isn't fine, actually, but he sits down next to Gold instead of hovering over him.]

I don't know why you thought I'd say something like that, much less mean it.

[There's a lot racing through his head. Where to go from here. The pros and cons of trying to get out by their own means. If there even is a possibility of that, given that they'd both have to murder someone, and...]

I meant what I said. I'm not gonna let you die. I'd rather die myself.

[That's... Not reassuring, but damn if it didn't leave his mouth.]

I-- I don't know dude, I just did.

[Because he's stupid and what the fuck is communicating anyway. Gold'll sit up though, not sure what to make of Silver's words and then just punching his shoulder.]

And you shouldn't be sayin' shit like that. I ain't lettin' you die, and you know I'd do anythin' to that end.

[... Which is also not something he should be saying! Wow, what a couple of winners.]

It's agreed, then. No killing and no getting killed.

[It's done it's all good, so he's going to lean back, take it easy, and try to let all of this go.

He is no less wound up than he was before. Damn.]

[Yeah, seriously, the air's still pretty tight.]

... So do you think Kimbley's got an extra toe or something and that's why he didn't wanna take off his shoes, or what?

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