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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.

video.

[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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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.]

[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?

[She grins back.]

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

[He makes a face.]

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

Prove it.

[He folds his arms.]

No. I'm still groggy.

What a worthless excuse.

Oh what cruel words from the creepy girl who was looming over me while I was asleep.

I don't make excuses. I know I'm creepy.

And this would be a first as far as owning up to your creepiness. Huh. People really do grow.

You've made me honest.

[lol. no.]

Well golly. I had no idea I was such an inspiration.

What's a golly?

...What?

"Well golly." What's a golly?

[DUH.]

Golly isn't a thing. It's just. You know. [Clearly she does not, but he's sure she does. Somehow. Mostly he just doesn't want to or know how to explain this. What the fuck kind of question is this to ask someone? Can they go back to deeper soul-searching questions because this is stupid and Stark doesn't like it.] Some people have bigger sticks up their ass than others, right? So they say golly instead of God.

That's stupid.

And there you have the reason why I only ever use it sarcastically.

I don't understand why people don't curse. What's the point?

Looking for their golden ticket into Heaven, what else? [A beat.] Well, that and to be a snob asshole who likes to pretend their shit doesn't stink like the rest of us peasants.

But it's fun.

You're preaching to the choir. But you know, I can't really say I've heard you swear all that much.

I swear when I have something to swear about. I swear more at you than at other people.

You're not insinuating that I'm a giant pain in the ass, are you? [He puts a hand over his heart.] Vincesca, I'm offended.

You said it. I didn't say anything.