"Squared?" Lucius barks, aghast. "I--fuck that. I don't want to be squared, whatever this is."
He's on a tear and, for once, nobody has interjected and stopped him. He wishes Izzy had, it would have spared him the consequences of the next thing to spill out of his mouth. On momentum alone, without thought, Lucius just keeps going.
"I want to go back to how we were--" Lucius demands petulantly and then waves his hands. "No, not like before. That was also shite. But here we are, and you're not a cunt to me all the time, and we can have fun things together, and I miss being friends."
He stalks to the couch and then back, pacing as he rambles drunkenly.
"And I know it's been like three whole days, and I'm being a bitch about it, but still--" Somewhere mid sentence he cottons on to all he's said already. "--uh...still, yeah? Be good to...be...friendly."
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He's on a tear and, for once, nobody has interjected and stopped him. He wishes Izzy had, it would have spared him the consequences of the next thing to spill out of his mouth. On momentum alone, without thought, Lucius just keeps going.
"I want to go back to how we were--" Lucius demands petulantly and then waves his hands. "No, not like before. That was also shite. But here we are, and you're not a cunt to me all the time, and we can have fun things together, and I miss being friends."
He stalks to the couch and then back, pacing as he rambles drunkenly.
"And I know it's been like three whole days, and I'm being a bitch about it, but still--" Somewhere mid sentence he cottons on to all he's said already. "--uh...still, yeah? Be good to...be...friendly."