[Pretty sure. Yeah, okay, but then he was pulling out that--]
Hey! How the fuck did you get one? Do you have an alien kid, too? [There was a beat of a pause, before he reached out to take it. Turn it over. Look at one spot.
You see, because Tucker had always carved his initials into his toys, ever since he was a little kid. It was like dibs, but permanent, forever, steel-lidded and impossible to argue, a thing his mom taught him so he could get them back after he loaned them out to his friends. Did you think he wouldn't do the same to his favorite "toy" in the entire galaxy?
Fuck yeah he did.
And sure enough, there was a scratchy LT etched into the handle.
He shook it, but it didn't turn on. No hum. No blue light. Nothing but silence.]
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Hey! How the fuck did you get one? Do you have an alien kid, too? [There was a beat of a pause, before he reached out to take it. Turn it over. Look at one spot.
You see, because Tucker had always carved his initials into his toys, ever since he was a little kid. It was like dibs, but permanent, forever, steel-lidded and impossible to argue, a thing his mom taught him so he could get them back after he loaned them out to his friends. Did you think he wouldn't do the same to his favorite "toy" in the entire galaxy?
Fuck yeah he did.
And sure enough, there was a scratchy LT etched into the handle.
He shook it, but it didn't turn on. No hum. No blue light. Nothing but silence.]
What the fuck?