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[flamekthunder]

No.

[A light grin.]

Besides, you might lose it again in this mess if you're not careful.

[stillarhino]

[A scoff as he rolls his eyes sarcastically.]

As if. I'mma keep it on me, man. [Which he immediately does as he slips it into his pants pocket, the small lump visible against the fabric.] See?

[flamekthunder]

[Just briefly eyes it.]

Make sure to take it out before you change.

[It SHOULD be obvious given its size...but who knows with those baggy pants.]

[stillarhino]

I'mma jus' sleep in 'em if that makes ya feel better.

[Is he kidding? Is he serious? Who knows.]

[flamekthunder]

[...............]

No.

[stillarhino]

I'm jus' messin' with ya.

[A callback to just a few minutes ago.]

I'll keep it in a drawer when I crash later. C'mon, I'mma start with my room.

[And he starts heading over, Idris yipping behind them. Then we can play after, right?]

[flamekthunder]

...Do remember what happened the last time you tried to "mess" with me.

[Pointed look. So pointy it could cut.

But he just sighs and gets to work. Ugh Beat when was the last time you washed your clothes—]