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And still more important than moi! Astounding.

[ And not surprising. Jesus. James doesn't care what it was, just that he is correct and vindicated and also completely justified in being kind of bitter. At Piper or at himself or both? Who knows anymore. ]

Look, man, it's okay. I know you don't actually take me seriously, and it's not like I've ever done a damn thing to try and change that. You don't have to fake it for my sake, 'cause you're doing a really bad job at it.

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If you want people to take you seriously maybe you should take something seriously for more than three minutes! And not say you were joking or something after those three minutes are up.

[Uggggggggh why didn't he just stay home.]

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[ Oh. Is that how it is? ]

Yeah? [ James takes a step, and another, and ends up in front of Piper, cutting him off on the sidewalk. He smiles his "we are not actually having a good time" smile. ] And what if I did?

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Maybe if you did I wouldn't have trouble reading you.

[Annnnd there it is.]

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Maybe I wouldn't be that hard to read if you actually.

Paid.

Attention.

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[ AND THEN HE STEALS PIPER'S GLASSES RIGHT OFF HIS FACE. ]

Yoink!

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See, you're doing it right now!

[Giving James a "if you break those you're dead" kind of look.]

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Yeah, but at least I have your attention!

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You already had it, moron.

[It's really hard to be mature and resist the urge to fight him for his glasses.]

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Not if you were distracted when you came to pick me up!

[ Welllll, James is putting them on his own face and blinking owlishly. ]

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[IF ONLY JAMES KNEW........]

You know what I meant, James.

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I really don't, but I'm flattered that you think so!

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...You know what, forget it. Let's just keep moving.

[Just gonna try to walk right past James. Knowing full well how much he hates being ignored.]

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[ James lets out the most offended and disbelieving whine of his LIFE. ]

Are you serious? That's it? Not even an attempt?

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Nope, I don't want to play this game.

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[ Yeah he's just gonna stand here for a second. Staring. ]

Why do you always do this?

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Why do you always do this?

[Wow this sure is productive.]

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[ This is two mature adults being mature on the outskirts of the neighborhood after dark. Hopefully no one will call in a domestic disturbance. ]

I don't even know what I'm doing! [ He is trotting after Piper, though, ugh. ] You're acting all condescending and superior like I'm a total waste of your time and energy, and fine, maybe I am, maybe you have important rats to talk to or something, I dunno, but I'm not the one who called you!

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I...[Hmmm. This sucks in so many ways. He sighs.] This wasn't a good night for this.

And not because I have important rats to talk to.

[He always does, but.]

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[ This is getting depressing, and he hates being depressed more than almost anything. He'd rather be pissed off, but he can't maintain the level of energy that takes right now when he just feels like he's being the jerk here. Somehow. ]

Piper. Hey. ... Look at me for a second.

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[Piper's also really tired of this and that probably shows on his face.]

What?

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[ Look at him, he's going to be the bigger person. Or at least a big-ish person. Whatever.

He very carefully slides Piper's glasses back onto his face, and pushes them up his nose with his index finger. ]

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[Oh wow. DEEP BREATH.

Just getting a Gay Feeling here, no big deal.]

Oh. Uh...thanks.

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[ Yeah, well, likewise, so suck it up. ]

I'm sorry for distracting you from your important rats.

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[Giving his shoulder a shove.]

You know it's not like that.