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yes, thank you, fuck i need a break
Easter stress isn’t eating you alive?
IRIS
it’s fine
That’s all she says. For a solid minute.
Scrap Belfast, Coal and I will come kick your court’s ass for you. Who do we need to throw down?
COAL
YESSSSS let me at em
IRIS
is it a good image for santa to beat people up
COAL
oh
IRIS
honestly, it’s the same stress it usually is, and getting sloppy drunk with you fools is exactly what i need. though i appreciate the offer and it would be admittedly hilariousto watch coal try to punch anyone
COAL
excuse you iris i am incredibly intimidating in fights, nay, i am LETHAL
What data points are you basing this conclusion off of?
COAL
have you seen me, i am a badass, no data points needed
Aw, he’s a sweet kid. Let’s keep him.
IRIS
maybe if we give him a stable home we can train the delusions out of him
COAL
why do these text chats always end with you two ganging up on me
Talking with Coal and Iris unleashes the same warm comfort as it did last night.
If these two idiots love me, I can’t be that much of a mess, can I?
A shadow falls over me.
I look up at that painting again.
“They’re coming tomorrow,” I say to the air in front of me. “So you won’t be stuck with me.”
“Kris.” His voice is rough. Supplicating. It’s unnerving. “I should na have—”
