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[sharingone]

It is.

[And urgh why does this keep coming up. Why is he even explaining this. Is this real life.]

A specific type. Scented. You use it for sex.

[pratentious]

You. What?

[ That's it. That's your tag. Cheers, Draggy. ]

[sharingone]

[You asked.]

Yeah. So now you know what he's squawking about.

[pratentious]

[ Okay. Fair. But - ]

... Why was it scented?

[sharingone]

Because it smells nice? How the fuck should I know?

[Its not like he TESTED IT ok]

[pratentious]

[ Not okay how do you know this!! ]

Did you get some as well? Or are did he share it with you?

[sharingone]

[Haha avoiding answering that]

Why? You want some?

[pratentious]

What? Why would I want some?

[ Wait. ]

You did get some, didn't you.

[sharingone]

[fuck]

My trash can got some.

[pratentious]

[ He makes a silent ah and scratches at his brow. ]

Now it makes sense why he said you "weren't anything."

[sharingone]

Yeah. We're not. And the implications are getting old.

[They just have a REALLY WEIRD friendship ok]

[pratentious]

I know the sort.

[ Except that his are. Sort of. Not entirely untrue anymore.

That's besides the point. ]

Consider it forgotten, then, and I shall speak no more of it. Though I would thank you to box him around the ears once or twice if he can't think before assuming the next time.

[sharingone]

[Yeah, thanks. He's actually grateful even if he doesn't say it.]

I plan to, more than twice.

[pratentious]

[ An amused snicker. ]

Good man.

[ Cheers, Sasuke. ]

[sharingone]

Yeah.

[He's assuming he wanted nothing else, so...]

See ya.