[this is so funny because she doesn't like to admit this but the self loathing fight really just coaxes it out of her because now she has to prove a POINT]
she didn't really want to get in a body count slapfight because it made her feel worse, actually, but it's fine. she digs her fingers into her wrists and forearms, massaging them.]
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[ are we going to get into a self-loathing fight ]
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she gives him a flat look from her space up in the tree, and then shifts with a wince.]
Yeah, okay. Get back to me with a body count and we'll go from there.
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How many digits do you want on that?
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I'm not seventeen, I'll tell you that much.
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I've had plenty of time to rack up a giant body count, thank you very much.
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[she clearly does not believe him but she's a brat, so.]
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Depends on how you count it. The easy answer? Twenty-six.
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Baby. Get back to me in nine centuries.
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...alright. I'll yield on the age part. Even counting the most generously for me, I wouldn't get close to that.
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But I still stand by my body count. Four when I lost track, but in the millions for sure, and possibly even billions. [ folds his arms. so THERE! ]
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[NYEH!!!
on the plus side brat mode is activated which means she's... less sad??? so i guess good job danny.]
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[ his pride wouldn't ALLOW IT!!!! ]
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... All by yourself?
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It's pretty easy when most of the world doesn't have any sort of defense against ghosts.
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[... but she's quiet after that, her legs slipping down to dangle off the branch she's sitting on.]
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...So. Did that prove my credentials enough for you?
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[she says, making a face at him.
she didn't really want to get in a body count slapfight because it made her feel worse, actually, but it's fine. she digs her fingers into her wrists and forearms, massaging them.]
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...
Also, don't tell anyone what I just told you. Obviously.
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[she kicks her foot out.]
I'm not going to tell anybody anything. I'm not a snitch.
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What exactly makes you think I have a conscience, though?
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...just because I don't have a conscience doesn't necessarily mean I want to tear down those who do.
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