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Quentin Smith, 23

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[minuteofangle]

Yeah, yeah. Your optimism is cute.

[ There's a long pause. Then: ]

Which part?

[pharmacy]

I guess just...how? Not--how did you do it, I don't care about the methods, just--why, I guess. You said he woke you up, so...just...you really shouldn't be seen before coffee?

[minuteofangle]

[ He's quiet again. ]

I'm not trying to excuse it. I did what I did.

[ It happened. It was his fault. He blames Mavis for certain things, but killing him isn't one. That's just a natural response. ]

I was drunk and I was up a tree, having a bad dream. I thought he was someone else.

[pharmacy]

You were pretty much just drunk for a while there, huh. You feeling any better? 

[minuteofangle]

Not really. Since we’re doing the honesty thing.

[pharmacy]

So, what are you doing to make sure you don't wake up on the wrong side of the tree again?

[minuteofangle]

Staying away from other people.

[pharmacy]

Flawless. Genius. What could go wrong.

[minuteofangle]

I’m good in the woods. It’s simpler there.

[pharmacy]

How are you gonna vent your zadza?

[minuteofangle]

I do this thing where I wander back every once in a while and fuck some rando in a storage closet.

[pharmacy]

And if something happens to you?

[minuteofangle]

Then that'd be my own damn fault, wouldn't it?

[pharmacy]

[ The frustration is plain, but so is the defeat. ]

Guess so. But if I hear about it, you're gonna hear from me.

And I'm...annoying.

[minuteofangle]

Mhmm. I'll keep that in mind.