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neapolitan ice cream

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done
as long as you promise me to try not to get stabbed again for at least a week

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can't make any promises, sorry

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not even when the keyword is "try"?

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i promise to try not to run into any knives i don't have to
how's that?

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lame, but i'll take it
i just don't want you turning into a pincushion

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i'm a big boy, kate
i can handle myself

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yeah, i know that, but i like you, you weirdo
that means i'm contractually obligated to worry a little

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warned you that liking me was a shit idea, didn't i?

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yep
but here we are
i guess we're both doomed

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i could start filling you in about shit i've done in the past
see if that changes your mind any

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yeah?
like what?

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stuffed a bunch of heads into a duffel bag once
threw it to some assholes, told them i was their boss now
and then shot it up real nice

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are you going to tell me why?

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does the why matter?
i killed them
sawed off their heads
and shoved them into a bag

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it matters
but not nearly as much as how you act here does

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here?
i'll be doing the same shit i pulled back home
maybe fill a few more duffel bags

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uh huh
you're trying to scare me off

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guess you'll just have to find out

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uh huh
you can try to scare me more over ice cream
i'll be over in about an hour

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see ya

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[An hour later, as promised, Kate shows up with a six pack of beer in one hand and a bag in the other. She rings the bell, and when Jason answers, she holds both up as greeting.]

Hey. Still alive?

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( alive, definitely. jason opens the door wearing under armor-esque leggings, no shirt as promised, but--there is a shitton of gauze stuck over his sternum, the stitches over his gut left uncovered to air. )

I'm too stubborn to die from shit like this.

( but he moves to the side, leaving a forearm on the wall for leverage. )

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[She clicks her tongue when she gets a look at his torso, then slips in past him.]

You look like a pincushion. Are you okay?

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Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me, I've had a lot worse.

( he asked for most of it, too. there are bruises at his neck, bruising along the mess of stitches. . he's a mess, but at least jason has mostly cleaned up. )

What's in the bag?