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[moarnomsplz]

[Alex seems to have forgotten (it's possible he never knew) that having his mouth crammed full of cinnamon buns makes him even more incapable than usual of making sounds that resemble words.]

Ffnnly, mm yusffl phhlse!

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[moarnomsplz]

[Cinnamon buns that could never get lost? Wow, he missed out on that.]

Whoa, I've never had anything-ing with that deal!

Beside-zuh, there's kind of just crumbs left already.

[espigeonage]

It's what happens with items, apparently! I tried it out with a feather... See if they reappear in a couple days! Undigested.

...I hope.

[moarnomsplz]

...do you think that. Eating-ing them counts as losing them?

[INFINITE RETURNING CINNAMON BUNS?! He's getting a little emotional just thinking about it.]

[espigeonage]

Maybe! You destroy anything you eat, after all.

[moarnomsplz]

And it only takes a couple of day-zuh?

I wonder why I haven't gotten any things, ing-zuh, before now.

[espigeonage]

I guess!

Maybe he's just not big on material possessions. Until I got this locker thing I assumed my guy liked to travel light. -but I don't really see anyone deciding to carry something like this around anyway.

[moarnomsplz]

I don't think he had that many, man-ee on Earth. But he had to have had stuff before.

Yours was a locker like a school locker, only full of candy, dee?

[espigeonage]

Probably. But maybe he wasn't big on knicknacks in general.

There's just a little candy-candy. It's more, mm, chocolate covered coffee beans, sunflower seeds with like a candy shell, some peanut stuff. that kind of thing. [and un-candied stuff.] But yeah - not like a tall thin sort, but the boxy kind. You get those in some schools.

[moarnomsplz]

Like a care package from other-you. Maybe Nick's right, and they are like prez, presents.

[espigeonage]

Hah! Well, I've had worse. Though as I've gotten older I've gotten a lot more tolerant of being given new socks and ugly sweaters, I gotta say.

[moarnomsplz]

I have friend-zuh who complain about getting only books and clothes. I don't like getting-ing clothes, but I've never not wanted books!

[espigeonage]

Oh, sure! But not all books are created equal. Manuals on Windows Ninety-Five and Ayn Rand books would be a pretty good updated version of coal, don't you think?

[moarnomsplz]

[Alex laughs.]

If I were Karson, one of those would be, like, perfection, shun. But luckily, my parents have alway-zuh known better.

[espigeonage]

They have a little taste! But even aside from that, it's sometimes better to get gift cards for books. You never know what people think you might like - or if they know, they just give you extra copies of things you've already got.

[moarnomsplz]

Gift cards are awesome. Especially, lee, from, like, Game Stop.

Do your parents live in town?

[espigeonage]

They are.

[this is kind of a sensitive subject, but he does his best to not let it on.]

Nah, nah. I'm not in contact with my father, and my mom's out west. My sister and my niece moved out to live with her when things here started to get too exciting. They sent me a package and we skyped for a while.

[a teasing note sneaks on in.] Nah, I spent a good chunk of Christmas Eve with Strider and got the greatest gift of all: a salary. No more am I a volunteer with extremely flexible duties! I am now an employee with extremely flexible duties. Oh, adulthood.

[moarnomsplz]

[Oops. Alex isn't the most adept at picking up on things, but 'not in contact' is blatant enough even for him.]

Oh, sorry, ree.

But hey, congrats, grat-zuh, on the job! It's really good that we have a place we can trust, if we need help.

[espigeonage]

S'alright, he's a jerk anyway. [That part's not sore, usually.] Everyone's got one like that, right?

And thanks! Yeah I'm pretty attached to that place. Even with all that's happened. [...meaning getting shot.] I'm kind of drawn to little clinic type things anyway.