"Hello!"

"Why are you here. You're so destructive, every time you come you just fucking, destroy shit."

"What? Everything's been fine, I haven't destroyed anything." Hand out. "Give me your mana."

"No, see, this is what I told you about, you're destructive to me!"

"I'm not destructive. Just listen to me."

This is a stupid argument. They have this argument every fucking day. "Why? I worked really hard to get it! No, I won't! Just-- why?"

"Okay, well, if you got it then you can get it again!" Pointed step forward.

"No, I'm a rebellious teenager, I do not listen to green punks."

Then Tommy is going to get hit and his mana is going to get taken. He gave him a chance, which is honestly pretty generous given that it's been almost a month of this.

"So, what are you up to today?"

"You are a--"

"I was going to exercise today, with, with Nick. Maybe George if I can get him, y'know, awake for it."

"Okay."

"I'm just letting you know, I won't be in the library today."

"Have you ever been on a boat or sailed? I reckon you seem like the type of guy who would drown."

"...What?????"

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger, pal, I'm just saying what everyone was thinking."

Wordless incredulous noises.

"Are you the type of guy to-- you seem like a lot of types of guys. You seem like the type of guy that when there's a lemon in your drink you suck on the lemon for, like, two minutes afterwards."

"I don't really like lemons that much, they're too sour."

"You're such a pussy."

Half-laugh. "There's a rip on the back of your shirt."

"Yeah, I'm not very happy about it."

"You need to fix it."

"It's just what happens when you age. Or when you get sad."

"Yeah, we all know that when you get sad your clothes rip."