You realize that I might not be able to get you anything at all, let alone four separate things, right? I don't know if you've noticed, but we're kind of on lockdown. Doubt the guards are going to roll out the red carpet for me when I show them my shopping list.
oh come on, barely asked for anything at all there you should've seen the list before revisions but if you're not capable, that's fine. i can split it up ask other people all that jazz
[ donnnnnnnn't do that. derek gets annoyed, again. he takes that as a threat, and it gives him a hollow, tired sort of anger right in the pit of his chest. he said he'd help, he doesn't need to be threatened. he's just.
venting. something. the fort's wearing him down. ]
If I can't do this for you, nobody can. I'm just saying. Don't get your hopes up.
[ it takes a while for derek to get back to this. he's kicking his shoes on, getting ready to head out to the rest of the fort and figure out a way to steal what he needs to steal. he leaves his phone in his pocket until he's out the door, and when he reads tate's message, he - worries. ]
ah, you know it's not like it's easy to make friends here thought I was maybe getting to know someone but they've been bailing on me so whatever. moving on
[ derek's first impulse is to just say "shit happens" and leave it, maybe even to overreact and project too hard and give tate shit for getting attached to anyone at all, somewhere like this. he walks that impulse off. ]
You sure they're bailing on you? Might just be busy. I mean, not that it matters. You've got me. The twenty-two year old man who gives you pretzels in exchange for blowjobs. Feels like I've been getting to know you, and I'm categorically better than everyone else.
Not working as well as it could be. There are better ways to keep me as your sugar daddy. Like, I'd like you a lot more if you didn't try so hard to act cool. You don't need to put walls up. You could just talk to me.
[ said the hypocrite, hypocritically. ]
Tell me something interesting about yourself. Without flirting.
[Why does this bother him in the same way their meeting at orientation bothered him - an unsettled feeling in his gut, like cold wire coiling up inside him. Tate doesn't have issues with things when they don't matter, when they're meant not to matter. But when you crack open the egg to see what you can get out, it feels real all of a sudden. But what's worse - that feeling, or what could be disappointment if he says the wrong thing and Derek considers him weak for it? Like he might be already. Trying so hard to be cool, is he?]
you're putting me on the spot, here jerk move I don't know what to say
[I'm dead. My girlfriend's dead. I haunted a house for seventeen years. I murdered fifteen kids, and four others. I spawned the antichrist to appease another ghost. I hate my mother. I died before hitclips existed. I heard Nirvana play live. I- ]
[ wow, what a boring fact! tate is the boring, edgy teenager derek knew he was. thankfully, derek remembers what it was like to be young and not have anything interesting going for him, so. maybe this is all tate has fine. he'll work with it. ]
I don't really listen to the radio, either. I like what I like.
Guess I need to keep an eye out for some posters to hang up in your corner of the barracks. I'm sure there's some kind of Kurt Cobain equivalent in this universe. Only, you know. Uncomfortably sexually provocative
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[He shouldn't be so demanding, so:]
Thanks.
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I don't know if you've noticed, but we're kind of on lockdown. Doubt the guards are going to roll out the red carpet for me when I show them my shopping list.
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you should've seen the list before revisions
but if you're not capable, that's fine. i can split it up
ask other people
all that jazz
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[ donnnnnnnn't do that. derek gets annoyed, again. he takes that as a threat, and it gives him a hollow, tired sort of anger right in the pit of his chest. he said he'd help, he doesn't need to be threatened. he's just.
venting. something. the fort's wearing him down. ]
If I can't do this for you, nobody can.
I'm just saying. Don't get your hopes up.
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that seems to be a common theme around here
or so I'm finding it to be.
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What do you mean?
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it's not like it's easy to make friends here
thought I was maybe getting to know someone but they've been bailing on me
so whatever. moving on
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[ derek's first impulse is to just say "shit happens" and leave it, maybe even to overreact and project too hard and give tate shit for getting attached to anyone at all, somewhere like this. he walks that impulse off. ]
You sure they're bailing on you? Might just be busy.
I mean, not that it matters. You've got me. The twenty-two year old man who gives you pretzels in exchange for blowjobs.
Feels like I've been getting to know you, and I'm categorically better than everyone else.
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[Read: Tate thought he had an ally, and surprise. That ally pissed off.]
it's fine, they were a little bitch anyways
ur 22, huh? that's old as balls
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No exceptions.
Far too old for you to keep trying to blow me.
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you must have them crawling all over u
[Ugh, Jesus. Gross.]
u make it sound like i'm desperate for your geriatric d
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[ could... be an answer to a couple of things there, but he doesn't clarify. ]
You are. Aren't you?
That's the impression you've been giving me, at least. Bet you dream about this GILF.
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heard that works out pretty well.
I'll tell you whatever you wanna hear for those pretzels
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Like, I'd like you a lot more if you didn't try so hard to act cool.
You don't need to put walls up. You could just talk to me.
[ said the hypocrite, hypocritically. ]
Tell me something interesting about yourself.
Without flirting.
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[Why does this bother him in the same way their meeting at orientation bothered him - an unsettled feeling in his gut, like cold wire coiling up inside him. Tate doesn't have issues with things when they don't matter, when they're meant not to matter. But when you crack open the egg to see what you can get out, it feels real all of a sudden. But what's worse - that feeling, or what could be disappointment if he says the wrong thing and Derek considers him weak for it? Like he might be already. Trying so hard to be cool, is he?]
you're putting me on the spot, here
jerk move
I don't know what to say
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You said it was hard to make friends. I'm making friends.
Think harder.
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like any decent person would
you sound like some boring ass teacher asking me to intro myself to the class and spoiler: I hated that shit
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Maybe I don't want to be friends, after all.
Milquetoast motherfucker.
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I like Kurt Cobain.
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[ wow, what a boring fact! tate is the boring, edgy teenager derek knew he was. thankfully, derek remembers what it was like to be young and not have anything interesting going for him, so. maybe this is all tate has fine. he'll work with it. ]
Favorite song? Album? Anything?
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ironically the last thing I really liked wasn't nirvana
soundgarden, black hole sun
I liked superunknown in general
garbage, radiohead are good too
depends on what the mood is, y'know?
i like looking for more indie sources
more than anything they put on the radio
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Guess I need to keep an eye out for some posters to hang up in your corner of the barracks. I'm sure there's some kind of Kurt Cobain equivalent in this universe.
Only, you know. Uncomfortably sexually provocative
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what about you? fave band, song, album?
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[ bein' a dick again. ]
What do you want the notebook for? You an artist?
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[A pause.]
no. I just like to write stuff down
notes. thoughts. whatever
my therapist used to say it was good getting stuff out in the open
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