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Says the one who put the glitter in my veins. [Groan] Both. Possibly yours.

[Matt's eyes narrow as he examines Jakob's work.] You made it worse! How did you - Ugh! [He wipes at the scratches angrily, smearing a few tiny drops of blood across his hand and arm. Upset, he does the only logical thing left to do; He yanks his shirt off and throws it across the room in a huff.] Fuck! I've probably got all the hepatitises by now.

[With that he stands up and paces a minute] If I end up dead from this, I want you to know that I plan to haunt you forever.

Thaaaat's unlikely. It was probably a guy who just looked like me, on both counts but especially the underwear one.

[ But then Matt goes crazy and starts undressing and hey! ] Excuse me, you're fine, there's no need to get naked! It's not worse, I got plenty off, just look at this!

[ Except Matt's not looking. And if he's not looking, that means Jakob can look at him as he starts to pace. He almost misses Matt's latest jibe -- almost. He actually scrambles to his feet after Matt, his shirt falling to the floor beside his bed and finally finishing its journey off of his body eight hours later than it should have. It's very dramatic, probably. ]

Are you serious? Do you really think you could? I've always wanted to experience a ghost haunting, and -- I mean, you'll be fine and all but it's the thought that counts. [ He's touched! There are stars in his eyes. ]

[Jakob's talking, but Matt's not really paying much attention - The limit of his response is a frustrated groan and a wave of his hand. Shhhushuhsuhh, he's being dramatic, don't ruin this for him.

Which works well with Jakob's equally dramatic (probably) scrambling. The immediate distraction is the only thing that stops Matt's pacing.] What -

[Well, that backfires on him. Great. He runs his hands through his hair (again, very dramatically) and sighs. Heavily.] Fine! I'll haunt everyone but you, then. [Take that!]

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