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[heliophilic]

This is M. I'm most likely out punching someone. Don't worry, they deserve it.

Probably.

I'll call you back later.

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[heliophilic]

I forgot; you collect disasters like girl scout badges.

[He follows Archie's finger, but not exactly his intentions. What the hell was he even looking at? Which one did he want?]

Be honest. You just want to see if I can shoot a basketball, don't you, Arch?

[h2no]

Ya got me read like a damn book.

[he doesn't seem to pick up that he should give more information... though honestly, he doesn't really care what they end up doing. he just wants to spend time with m.]

I know you can. Buuuut... aye, I want to see you do it.

[heliophilic]

Luckily for you, you get to see me break one of the most rigged carnival games.

[He pays the carny his money, then gets to work. Despite the rim size being smaller than is standard, and way too high for a standard basketball hoop, M sinks shot after shot, never missing or breaking his stride. The look on the poor carny's face by the time his time was up was worth it.]

You wanted the bean bag chair, right?

[h2no]

[archie is absolutely starstruck watching this. hands clasped, expression unable to be more shiteating. get fucked, carnie guy.]

Fuck yes! I'm movin' again, so that'll be good temporary furniture!

[heliophilic]

[Apparently M has to win 3 times in a row to get the "chair." He does. M points to the knock-off Wailmer he's convinced is a beanbag chair (computer brain doesn't equal omniscience, after all) and passes it off to Archie.]

Your chair. And don't bullshit me like it'll be "temporary" either.

[He knows your chaotic energy, Archie.]