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[stantheman]

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text; un: garbageman (backdated to earlier in the month idk)

[badimpression]

i'm nominating you for the council seat

Re: text; un: garbageman (backdated to earlier in the month idk)

[stantheman]

No you're not.

[badimpression]

huh do you know something i don't know? because on my end all signs point to 'yes i am'

[stantheman]

Why would you do something like that?

[badimpression]

now don't be so humble stanley! i just see the leadership potential in you. i feel like you'll truly be a good representative to the people, speak up for our interests, really rally the troups

[he has zero intention of putting Stan's name down for anything.]

[stantheman]

You do not think that at all or you'd actually listen to me now and then.

[badimpression]

no fucking way, you need someone like me to challenge your authority to make you even stronger thats just the way this shit works

text » backdated to early july

[wheezed]

I have to ask you something and you have to promise you won't ask any more questions about it just answer the question.

( does Eddie actually wait for confirmation that Stan agrees to his terms? of course he doesn't )

If your best friend in the whole world did something horribly unforgivable, do you think you could maybe forgive them anyway?

[stantheman]

Yes.

[wheezed]

Would you still trust them like before?

[stantheman]

I guess it depends. This is really vague Eddie. What's wrong?

[wheezed]

no shit it's vague stanley

( ......that wasn't very nice )

Sorry.

I just think I really fucked up.
I don't know how to talk about it.

[stantheman]

How about starting at the beginning and actually telling me what's wrong?

21st » somewhere in the middle of the night

[wheezed]

( stan's probably three feet away from him, but eddie messages anyway )

It smells like feet in here.

[stantheman]

Did you take your shoes off again?

[wheezed]

Jesus, no.

Well yes but it's not me! It already smelled like feet before I took them off.

[stantheman]

I don't believe you.

[wheezed]

My feet are fine! How do I know you're not the one with gross feet?

[stantheman]

Because I am careful about those things.

text; 29th; 1/2

[badimpression]

[The morning of the 29th, Richie wakes up with a multitude of new memories, and the certainty that he owes Stan a conversation, if not an apology.

Stan is close by, as all the Losers have been since shit started exploding, but Richie doesn't know how to say this to his face. He waits until it's safe to go for a walk, and once he's at a distance, shoots him a text.]

i think i went home for awhile. overnight , apparently. time travel in the movies is horseshit your memories just disappear when you jump around i guess because i didnt have anything from here when i went back
and now im here again and its like NOTHING happened its like i just dreamt it all. but i know i didnt
anyway i remember what you were talking about. the sewers. stan im so sorry
we NEVER never meant to leave you. not for a fucking second
i just wanted you to know that. now that i remember

2/2

[badimpression]

and uh do me a favour. just dont tell eds about this alright? or bev. ill tell them when everything has stopped being axe murderer in a china shop bad

[stantheman]

[ Stan swallows as he reads the messages both a few times over before he sends a response. ]

You don't have to feel bad about it, okay?

[ Rationally, he knows they hadn't meant to and he isn't upset at them it's just... sometimes even he can't be rational. ]

I won't tell anyone.

[badimpression]

[he doesn't even fucking know what to say. he does feel bad about it. it's clear it's still upsetting Stan, so it's upsetting Richie. he kicks his legs, feeling restless.]

i'll prove it to you. whatever i have to do. until youre not worried about it anymore. or if you can't stop worrying about it i'll just keep proving it forever.

[christ, this is getting too emotional. Richie's skin feels itchy, like there's a whole bunch of noise kicking to get out. time to vary the mood!!]

thanks. just for the record you can tell everyone about my massive schlong i dont mind that fact getting around

[stantheman]

Richie...

[ Stan's unsure of what else to say. It's strange Richie being so serious for this long of a period in a conversation and so he knows that the other's affected by it too. He's about to type another message before the next part came through. He's actually relieved to have something to roll his eyes over. ]


I don't tell lies.

[badimpression]

[now this he's more comfortable with.]

HAH! zing! nailed it staniel!