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[trashed]

[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

Comments

[trashed]

[Not a word. That is, if you don't go and tell everyone else that he's here.

...Also cookie what even--]

I don't want a cookie! I want to stop having this happen!

[Enter him trying...to get up. Bah.]

[positivelycharged]

You mean coming out of trash cans?

[Though you seem to be having trouble there. He puts his cookie in his mouth and goes over to offer a hand.]

[trashed]

Of course I mean coming out of trash cans!

[He's not going to take it, because he's just a jerk. He's going to get out of it by himself, thank you.]

[positivelycharged]

Well...maybe you meant something else.

[He can't think of what, but it's a possibility. Also wow, rude. He'll just stoop down on the ground nearby and watch you struggle then. With his delicious pilfered cookie.]

[trashed]

What else would I mean?

[And with the staring. This is just making him even more irritated--as if he wasn't already.

He pushes himself out and gets up, brushing himself off.]

And will you stop staring at me?!

[positivelycharged]

Um....being somewhere that's not where you were?

[He starts looking around the kitchen at the angry comment though, unsure of where to focus his piercing evil gaze. And then looks back at Sync again.]

But where else do I look?

[trashed]

[Sync's just going to huff and ignore Florian's first question.

Florian does have a piercing evil gaze, don't you know. Only to Sync the this means his gaze is cute and fluffy. The ultimate weapon in Florian's arsenal.]

I don't know. Better yet, just go away.

[positivelycharged]

[Maybe he should turn up the cute, Sync doesn't seem to be breaking down.]

But I live here.

[trashed]

Fine. Either point me to the nearest window or go to another room.

[HE'LL NEVER BREAAAK.]

[positivelycharged]

....Are you sure you don't want a cookie?

[Glancing at the nearest window though.]

[trashed]

Of course I'm sure!

[And he's just. Going to start walking towards that window...]

[positivelycharged]

If you say so...

[waaatchiiing--wait.]

...Are you going to find another trash can?

[trashed]

No! I'm going to stay out of the trash cans!

[At least he'll try.]

[positivelycharged]

But how'd you get in them in the first place?

[trashed]

Because this place keeps putting me in them!

[Huff huff.]

[positivelycharged]

Does that mean if you stand here long enough you'll suddenly be in a trash can again?

[important question!!!]

[trashed]

[BAH--]

No! It's only when I go through door ways.

[Why is he explaining this anyway??]

[positivelycharged]

......So you can stay and have a snack before you leave, right?

[he's explaining because he loves Florian of course!!]

[trashed]

I don't want a snack! I just want to get out of here!

[Maybe not.]

[positivelycharged]

But if you're going to keep getting stuck in trash cans all day you'll get hungry eventually.

...Maybe I could try going through the window too.

[trashed]

[What the???]

You stay here, I'm going to be the one to go. And I'm not hungry!

[:|]

[positivelycharged]

But you'll be hungry later! Everyone gets hungry eventually. And your next trash can might not be in a kitchen. [wise nod.]

[trashed]

Who cares where I end up? I've lost my appetite, anyway.

[Ending up in all those trash cans...]

[positivelycharged]

Um...I care, kind of. And maybe you too? I wouldn't want to end up in more trash if I was you.

[trashed]

Of course I don't want to be in more trash! I meant where I ended up if I got into another trash can.

[Duh. But you could've been more clear, Sync.]

That's why I'm going through the window.