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[rule_britannia]

So...

I suppose I ought to apologise to anyone I hexed at camp.

I don't know what came over me.

So, yeah.

Sorry.

Comments

[allamericanreject]

Well at least you didn't hex me for once. I'm sorry too for hurting you.

[rule_britannia]

Yes, well.

Did you get my letter?

[allamericanreject]

Yeah. I did. I did deserve that. Just wanted to say sorry again. And ask if you want me to just you know like. I guess you'd say 'sod off entirely.' or something?

[There is no underlying tone of awkward. Nope.]

[rule_britannia]

If I wanted you do that I wouldn't give you the courtesy of asking.

[allamericanreject]

Yeah. I guess you could just ignore me.
Why don't you?

[rule_britannia]

Why don't you ignore me?

[allamericanreject]

Because I want to talk?

[rule_britannia]

Why.

[allamericanreject]

You know why. Told you, didn't I?

[rule_britannia]

You did but I'm not sure if I believe you.

[allamericanreject]

I guess that's your opinion.
But I did mean it.
What do you want me to do to prove it? sheesh.

[rule_britannia]

I don't know.

Sorry I hit you.

[allamericanreject]

Come off it. We cant just keep apologizing forever. Your sorry and I'm sorry.
It's ok.
Just um. You know. Camp was fucked up. Everyone was so mad.

[SUBJECT CHANGE NO MORE AWKWARD.]

[rule_britannia]

...

Yeah..

I wish I knew what

[allamericanreject]

[Now he can see that scratchout let's be real.]

Hey Arthur?
Were you okay after that? I mean you were really mad..
And I thought I saw you almost hex a first year during that food fight thing.
It's not much like you is it.
And its not much like you to try and hurt my feelings so bad either.
Even tho you dont like me a lot.

[rule_britannia]

I did hex a first year.
More than one I think.

I told you I'm sorry, what more do you want?

[allamericanreject]

Don't apologize.
That's not what Im talking about.
Like I said, its not like you. So are you okay?

[rule_britannia]

[There's a long pause, and a few dots of ink as if Arthur is tapping his quill against the page]

I'm fine.

[allamericanreject]

Okay. If you mean it then...
I'm glad.

[rule_britannia]

Yeah.
Thanks.

[allamericanreject]

No problem!
Maybe you don't believe me.
But I do worry about you.
So yeah. Just...thought you ought to know.

I think I've got chores to do though so uh i should go now so yeah. We should like talk later. Or something. Idk.

[rule_britannia]

Hey wait!!!

[Inkblotches]

What the devil are you worrying about me for

[allamericanreject]

[Now it's Alfred's turn to leave a few drops of ink on the paper, seeming to think about his answer]

I care.

[rule_britannia]

How do I know you're not just fucking with me.

[allamericanreject]

Guess you cant know. Look. I mean it. I'm not lying.

[His writing betrays his irritation in the way that it's becoming somewhat less legible than usual and the strokes are dark and wide like he's about to tear through the paper.]

I wouldn't waste my time if I didnt mean it. I might be a jerk but I'm not that much of an ass.

[rule_britannia]

Is that so.

[allamericanreject]

Yes that's so! What's your fucking problem? Im not even trying to piss you off right now!

[rule_britannia]

You don't have to try.
Are you actually living in the real world?

You've spent the past five years picking on me and now you expect me to believe you're suddenly concerned about my wellbeing?

Give me a break.

[allamericanreject]

I HAVE been giving you a break! I've been easing off you a lot because this isn't helping! I ain't a kid anymore and its time I started acting my age.
I thought you were smart.
No.
I know you're smarter than that.
And I just wish i could show you I am not lying.
I'm SORRY okay?! I am really really sorry and I want this to be behind us but I guess you dont. And its probably way too much for me to expect it from you either isnt it?
Sorry for that too.