[17] - [Private to Prefect, backdated to the flood.]

[sharpememory]

I'm not talking to you or coming out of my room until this is over. [Pause.] It isn't fair.

[AND ALREADY, HE HAS SAID TOO MUCH. :c]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect beamed.] All right, Comrade. There's no one else I'd rather be talking too! [Hideously over invested, thy name is Prefect.]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I'd rather by talking to one of my brothers. [Barron replied instantly. Then paused.] No offense, man.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

None taken, Comrade. In the Factory we called our workers Brother and Sister to try and replicate the kind of loyalty and affection that real siblings have for one another. I don't think it ever quite worked, but I'm sure that if I had a real brother then I'd rather be drinking with him.

[But instead, he has you! A delightful stand in brother!]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I don't know about affection, but you're right on the mark with the loyalty. [Pause. The most awkward of pauses.]

Can we change the subject now?

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Don't you like your Brothers, Comrade?

And of course, we can talk about whatever you want.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I- [Barron starts, but he catches himself.] It's complicated. We need drinks. Now.

[Hopefully so many that Prefect wouldn't remember anything Barron had said.]

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

All right!

[Prefect power walks the rest of the way to the pub, because that sounds important. He lets them both in with a flourish of his item, and gestures for Barron to go ahead of him to the bar.]

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

[Barron follows Prefect, firmly ignoring everyone they walk pass in the corridors. Once they get to the pub, he goes quickly inside.]

Thanks. You want the usual, then?