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[The angel notices the differences in things right away. But Stark is too busy to pay St. James any attention right now and instead is more aware that he doesn't remember any of his dreams. More importantly, he doesn't remember any of his dreams and he wasn't drinking.]

[But the biggest clue that this wasn't his usual sleeping habits - or at the very least, a decent nap - is the hot dog breath in his face and the glass butterfly flitting about nearby as well.]

[Clifford gives him a slobbery kiss to wake up with.]

Thanks Prince Charming. Ain't I a lucky girl?

[He pushes Clifford back and gently swats Necronenslaver away to sit up.]

Vin, we talked about this.

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[Once he's finally alone, he decides to speak to the network albeit briefly.]

FYI, I'm still alive though not for a lack of trying. I see you guys didn't manage to crash the Barge, so good job. Gotta be honest, I would've been pissed with you guys if you did that without me.

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[indispensible]

[Vin gives him an icy, icy stare, making no effort to draw Clifford away. Necronenslaver lands gracefully on her shoulder.]

You don't get to lecture me. You fell asleep for a whole month.

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Oh, I get it. [He snaps his fingers.] You're pissed because I missed movie night.

Well, you know what? My bad. I'll try to pencil in my month-long nap around you a little better next time, okay?

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[indispensible]

Good. You'd better. I won't stand for it again.

[The corner of her lip twitches, and her eyes lower. The next second, Necronenslaver is fluttering into the air as she jumps across the room to wrap Stark in the tightest hug she's probably ever given.]

I mean it!

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[Stark grunts as Vin collides into him and is definitely squeezing hard enough to possibly snap a less durable person in half. Even so, his insides feel pretty properly smashed together in ways they likely aren't meant to be. He's able to still breathe (sorta) at least and puts an arm around her.]

Okay, okay! Message received. Christ, Vin.

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[indispensible]

I'm not Christ.

[That's Kelsier. The narration is pretty sure it's made this joke before. Either way, Vin doesn't hang onto him for long, instead burying her face in his shoulder and pulling away before shoving his shoulder hard. Necronenslaver settles on her shoulder again, Clifford laying his head on her leg.]

I hope you at least had good dreams. [This is her extremely subtle way of probing whether or not he's okay.]

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[The narration is certain that the other party has made this joke before. However, it's still funny and so it shall be allowed.]

[Stark makes a face.]

I didn't have any dreams.

[He's fine, Vin.]

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[indispensible]

I don't know if I should believe you. You lie so much.

Maybe you had dreams, but you lied to yourself about having them.

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[outofclothes]

Look, I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know how far I get when I try to bullshit you.

[Which doesn't mean he can't bullshit her. He bullshits himself all the time so she knows better than to expect he will never ever bullshit her. But he knows she doesn't buy it and she will wear him down until he stops. Usually. There are a few rare occasions in which she'll let it slide and look the other way. She knows when to pick her battles.]

[Vin's smart that way.]

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[indispensible]

No one gets very far when they - bullshit me.

Not anymore.

[Zane did, once. And Kelsier did, but he did that to everyone. It was just his way, how he got what he wanted. What the world needed. She tries to convince herself of that.]

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[It's more reflexive than anything, but Stark can't help but smile when she says 'bullshit.' It's like a puppy trying to show its fangs. A puppy that can break every bone in your body and rearrange your internal organs without breaking a sweat, but still. You get the idea. The smile's gone as quickly as it appears though.]

Then there's your answer, Scully. What's with the paranoia anyway? Not taking pages out of my book are you?

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[indispensible]

[She grins back.]

It's the same book, isn't it? The words are just bigger.

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[outofclothes]

[He makes a face.]

Hey, fuck you. I know some big words, too.

[surfaceshine]

No, you woulda been asleep and missed all the fun.

But honesty's the best policy.

[outofclothes]

Honesty's a terrible policy, what the hell are you talking about?

[surfaceshine]

Hey, you started it.

[outofclothes]

Then you're supposed to tell me to stop, not encourage it.

[surfaceshine]

Hey, if it's a terrible idea, it's pretty much my job to encourage it. Otherwise, no one will.

[outofclothes]

There's a difference between terrible ideas and terrible ideas.

[surfaceshine]

And how're we to know which this is unless we give it the good old college try?

[outofclothes]

It's an educated guess.

[surfaceshine]

Well, I've never had much luck with education, so.

[outofclothes]

Now you're just being hypocritical. You can't talk about the college try if you're allergic to it.

[surfaceshine]

Apparently I can.

That or it explains why my skin itches.

[neuropathy]

Welcome back.

[ Dry. ]

[outofclothes]

Why thank you.