Clay waits until they're the only ones around to approach him. "Hey, Tommy."

"HELLO."

Clay holds out his hand. "Do you have something you want to give me?"

Tommy is going to shove his music box in his pocket (please God I would really appreciate it if it didn't break thank you). "NOPE. You're evil, by the way. You're evil and I hate you."

Clay laughs. "Okay, Tommy. I know there's something you want to give me, though."

"No, I don't reckon there is."

"Are you sure? What about your mana?"

"What the hell. No. You already took my mana yesterday, you don't just get to--come and, and demand that of me--"

"Tommy."

"Leave me alone. I'm not giving you my fucking mana, bitch."

Alright, fine. Tommy can be hit again, then.

"Ow!!!! What the hell!!!!"

What the fuck???? Tommy is pretty sure someone is supposed to do something about maleficing?????

"If you're not going to give me your mana, I have to take it, Tommy."

"What--no! What the hell, man! No!"

"Anyway, how are you doing?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. "You are a dumb bitch. You are a dumb bitch."

"Sure, Tommy."

"...Do you still have my stuff?"

"Yes."

"Can I have it back, please?"

"What? No. I'm not--what? Tommy, I'm not gonna give you your stuff back."

"Why why why whyyyyyyyyyy. Come onnnnnn. I need my knife, at least, to fuckin', stab shit."

"How about this, I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get eaten, and in return I get to keep your knife."

"You're already taking my fucking mana, you stupid manipulative piece of shit."

"Exactly! So I'll be able to use the knife better anyway."