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trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

Week 1, Tuesday
Week 1, Post-trial
Week 2, Post-trial
Week 4, Sunday
Week 4, Tuesday
Week 4, Thursday Night

[At least they're complementary as always. Gold laughs, but it's got no energy in it, flexing his grip. At least his grin comes a little easier now, even if it's still tired.]

You ain't gotta worry about me dyin', Silver. Promise. You haven't gotten rid of me since we met and there's no way I'm ever lettin' you be alone here -- and don't say I ain't got control over that, because I'm gonna suffocate you with a pillow if you do.

[Because it's true and he wants to keep his bravado in tact a little around Silver, even if there's no need, even if his voice is shaking just so; a betrayal of his fear, of things that are out of their control.]

...Good, because I'm not gonna forgive you if you leave me alone in here.

[He knows Gold can't promise that, but he wants to believe it anyway.]

[Good, they can both believe a lie.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. I ain't gonna be expectin' any different, and you know I won't forgive you either.

[Gold doesn't like being alone either, even if he doesn't have it plastered on his dislikes.]

I'm not going anywhere. I want to survive.

[And he wants to beat up that Wordsmith, too.]

You wouldn't know what to do without me, either.

I dunno, I've gotten pretty used to you not bein' around.

[... Which is kind of mean to say, but it's meaner that Silver and Crys aren't around as much as he'd like. Gold'll squeeze Silver's hand a moment afterwards.]

I'm around when it counts.

[Come on, Gold, give them a little credit here-]

[Never.]

You oughta be around when it doesn't count too. Why the hell do you think I'm all over you here?

This place is terrifying.

Edited 2017-02-05 07:02 (UTC)

[oh my god]

It's because I wanna hang with you, asshole. I don't get to at home 'cause there's always this and that. Do you know how much it sucks that it's taken a damn school of hard crime to actually be able to do this?

[... not. this in particular. just so you know.]

Sorry that my dad's a jerk and I need to find him before his goons mess with the creator of time and space.

[...He huffs a bit, then... No, actually, he's not going to calm down.]

Do you think I don't want to hang out with you or something?

[... Well, he wasn't gonna say it.]

You and Crys've both got better things to be doin' than hangin' out, I know. It's whatever. You do you and all.

That's not an answer.

[Oh no, there is no way that he's letting this go now.]

[MERCY.]

That's real rich, comin' from you. You're the king of not-answers.

...I like hanging out with you. I like spending time at your place. I liked it so much, I got jealous and went off looking for my own family.

[How's that for not-answers?]

[oh

that is a lot of not-not-answers]

What part of my mom thinks of you as a second son ain't you gettin'?

So do Blue's parents. That doesn't mean they're my family.

[ugh

Silver's getting pushed off!]

Whatever you say, dude. I'd take Blue's family over what you're dealin' with anyday.

That's not what I...

[...Gold's not going to get it no matter how much he explains it. Fine. He buries his face in the bed instead and covers his head with his pillow.]

[just use your tiny people words, silver

... He'll sigh after a moment and pat the pillow. Hey, hey.]

I know you don't wanna be part of Team Rocket's everything, so what's wrong with bein' with Blue's family instead?

[Or his.]