STICKS AND BONES INBOX

[charlastan]

"Hi! You've reached Stan Pines' computer phone box thing or whatever. Leave me a message and maybe if I care enough about what you've got to say I'll actually get back to you. I probably don't, but hey! Test your luck! (Followed by obnoxious laughter until the BEEP)"

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this is so late I'm so sorry

[charlastan]

[When Fern turns away, Stan frowns with concern. Then, he chances stepping forward and just...puts a grounding hand on Fern's shoulder.]

Well, yeah. When you do something bad you'd expect everyone to tell you how terrible you are all the time and make sure you never forget how crummy you are for it. And then when you spend half your life getting told that...

[Hm. That feels like admitting he knows a little too much about Fern's life that Fern didn't actually tell him. Reluctantly, he lets go.]

...All I'm saying is it'd confuse anybody in your shoes. Hell, even I still wonder now and then why some people I've done awful stuff to still like me!

/pats u

[poaceae]

[ He assumes Stan is talking about his own life when he talks about getting told how crummy he is, but it still makes his expression darken as he raises his shoulders defensively. ]

...Did you... ever do something, where you couldn't explain it to yourself after?

[charlastan]

[Stan hesitates. But...eh. It's nothing he hasn't said to Fern before. The kid probably shouldn't carry too many of his problems on top of what he's going through, but a little bit might help.]

...Yeah. Yeah, plenty of times. Usually it's 'cause I got all ticked off about something, and then next thing you know I'd broken something I couldn't fix, and nothing I did could ever change that.

[poaceae]

[ It does help. Every odd detail about himself, both past and present, make him feel like he's broken somehow in ways he doesn't understand. It's nice to know that this one thing isn't just him. ]

Yeah... I guess it's kinda like that. That... that helps. Thanks.