ic: ginger drama

[fourthsaken]

[TONIGHT, in the mess hall kitchen, someone is swearing up a storm as she bakes... something. something that definitely smells like it's burning.]

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[fourthsaken]

You want to?

[crisscrossing]

Yeah! Err, I mean, not that I know the first thing about baking but yanno!

[fourthsaken]

But aren't you... [the vaguest hand gesture]

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...

[fourthsaken]

Still pissed at me?

[crisscrossing]

I'm not—I wasn't mad!

[fourthsaken]

[raises an eyebrow]

I'd get it if you were.

[crisscrossing]

... I'm not mad at you, Jade.

[fourthsaken]

Then what the hell was that? Because for the record, I was mad.

[crisscrossing]

... I know.

[fourthsaken]

And kinda a jerk.

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You weren't.

[fourthsaken]

You gonna say you weren't either? Because I'd say we both were.

[crisscrossing]

I didn't say I wasn't an asshole.

[fourthsaken]

You're not one, like ninety-eight percent of the time, but when you are it's so fucking frustrating. I don't even know what I did wrong. Or what the hell you were thinking.

[crisscrossing]

...

[fourthsaken]

... You're not gonna tell me, are you?

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I just—

[fourthsaken]

[waits for him to continue]

[crisscrossing]

[shrugs]

[fourthsaken]

... It only annoys me so much because you're so important to me.

[crisscrossing]

[starts to say something a few times, then changes his mind before finally going with—]

... So! Pie?

[fourthsaken]

... Sure. Pie. If you swear we're okay.

[crisscrossing]

I'm good!

[fourthsaken]

... Me too. Going to the firing range is pretty therapeutic.