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[hostage]

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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[inthejunk]

Eugh, no. I'm never drinking again.

[That part is almost conversational. Then he remembers that there's a reason he has you on the line.]

And stop changing the subject!

[hostage]

Yeah, what is the subject?

[inthejunk]

[Wow, this is so frustrating. It comes out a little testy.]

Lisbeth-san. Your girlfriend? I'm challenging you! It would really help if you tried to pay attention, you know.

[hostage]

What - like... like challenging me for her hand, like that? Like a knight?

[inthejunk]

[...Why are you saying it like that?]

Yeah! Well...something like that, anyway. You can have a day to prepare if you need to.

[hostage]

I hate to break it to you, kid, but, uh... There's no contest.

[inthejunk]

You're just going to give up like that?

[So disappointed. And maybe a little relieved. But mostly disappointed.]

[And then, a little disbelievingly:]

Wow. What did she ever see in you, anyway?

[hostage]

I'm saying you oughta give up, yo.

[inthejunk]

I already said that's not going to happen!

[hostage]

Okay, first off? It don't matter if me and you fight, 'cause Lisbeth makes her own choices. And second, there's no way she'd choose you over me.

[inthejunk]

I have lots to offer! A success-an almost successful business, and two apartments to choose from, and a good almost-family with some influence. And-and I'm going to start working out as soon as my arm heals. So you'll have to bring your A game if you want to have a chance.

[And don't be stupid, of course she would want to go home with the better man.]

[hostage]

You're like twelve.

[inthejunk]

[Gasp! Dude, that's so uncalled for.]

I'm seventeen, you jerk! A-and I was man enough for the task, obviously!

[hostage]

What -

Seriously?

[inthejunk]

[Wavering here, because that's not the expected response at all.]

...Wait, to which part?

[Except, HEY.]

Anyway, they're both true! I'm a man here, get used to it! I guess you'll have to load the next gun you point at me now that you know that.

[hostage]

Wait, like...

You... and, uh, Lisbeth? You two fucked. For real?

[inthejunk]

...Don't say it like that. It sounds dirty when you say it like that.

[Actually, it was kind of dirty. His face heats up just remembering it, but luckily you can't see that.]

[hostage]

Right on! Losing it in a pity-fuck! Aw yeah, you're the man now!

[inthejunk]

What's that supposed to mean?

[hostage]

Nothing. Enjoy my girlfriend's pussy.

1/3

[inthejunk]

How did you know I-?!

2/3

[inthejunk]

[Coughing fit, because shit, that was not something he meant to admit to.]

[inthejunk]

[And hold the phone.]

...You don't even care?

[hostage]

Well I think it's gross she's fucking kids, but Lisbeth does what she wants and I don't got a say in it.

[inthejunk]

I just told you I'm not a kid! Anyway it wasn't like that! It was...she was...just shut up!