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It had taken some time, to figure out who had been responsible for his room being defaced, and even longer to figure out what to do in return.

Despite what some people might think of him, Leslie was at least mature enough not to pee on her door, but he did cover it from top to bottom...

With mustard.

stolen goods

Eventually Leslie might notice that the comic books he stole from Bix had been replaced with several volumes of something called Uncle Scrooge Adventures.

You can borrow Scrooge, the note beside them read. I've got a whole bunch! I tried to collect them, but I wasn't very good at keeping up. Reading's a great way to de-stress, huh? You should always ask before borrowing someone's things, though.

Beneath them, however, were the first several issues of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, just in case the Duck family wasn't to Leslie's liking. There was no indication that she had ever owned them before, as they seemed relatively untouched in comparison to the Uncle Scrooge Adventures.

Bix would find one day that his missing comics had been slid under his door, without notice of who had returned them.

meat your new friend

Leslie is suspicious, but supposes that poison doesn't hurt him any more, so he eats and savors it, startled by how good it is. He uses one packet each of ketchup and mayo, and saves the rest in a box that was slowly becoming his junk drawer.

He takes the new decorations down just as fast as the other ones, shoving them under his bed but unable to throw them out. The idea of throwing anything out is almost abhorrent.

The note is friendly, but he doesn't know what to do or say in return, so he says nothing.

reminder

He wants to crush it but it's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to him, so his hand doesn't clench around it. Leslie wonders what the ******** her deal is, and whether or not she's ******** with him. It's so kind that it edges on mockery, twisting the knife that had already cored him entirely, leaving nothing but a raw wound behind.

its a nicɘ thought, his note starts, but Leslie crumples it, and starts again.

not a singlɘ ******** pɘrson on this planɘt mattɘrs
if you think othɘrwisɘ your kidding yoursɘlf
playing prɘtɘnd with purposɘ dosnt changɘ that at all

(Don't show the wolves your arms, don't show them anything at all, and you rest in their slavering, hungering jaws in the shadows of the past, and if only it would stay where it belonged, far away, so that it'd stop hurting.

But it doesn't.)

stolen goods





No way, no how.

stolen goods

exploitation

He pawed through her room, curious, and hoping to get a little revenge. Turnabout was fair play, and while a little bit of concern crossed his mind, Leslie pushed it aside, in favor of drawing dicks around her floral decals with a black sharpie.

Rifling through stickers, slippers, and various photographs, Leslie learned a little more about Stormy. Her name, for one, and a few faces he had seen around but not devoted any thought to.

After that, he proceeded to empty her fridge of as much food that he could carry. Various sticky notes were left on things, ranging from "this is dumb" to "is harry potter good" to "he has a funny face" -- little pieces that revealed him for the teenager he was, beneath the barbed exterior that.