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Ohhh, that hurt!", Prop pretended to clutch his heart, as though truly wounded, before shaking his head with a lopsided smirk. "Oh well.... a guy can dream, can't he?", he chuckled. "We'll see about that. If you think your skills are up to the challenge", he winked. 

"Yeah, makes sense. I mean, I've been here a couple months now, and it's probably almost embarrassing how few people I know", he shrugged. "And really, it's just a nice change of pace, I mean, when you're stuck in a place like this there's really not much to do". He smiled. "Hey, when you say it like that it kind of sounds bad!", he laughed. "But I mean....come on, free food is always a perk!"

"Really? Yeah, that would be great, I just can't get this stupid thing to stay on straight!", he shook his head. "I hoped maybe a bow tie might be easier to tie than a regular tie, plus, ties are so annoying, like you forget you're wearing it and lean over, and splash, it's in the food", he laughed, leaning over and gesturing it. "And then everyone is giving you funny looks and you've got food on your clothes", he threw his hands up in a gesture of mock hopelessness. "But nope, I tried to follow the instructions and it took me like twenty minutes to get it to this sorry state", he pointed at his bow tie and shook his head, chuckling faintly. 

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Temperamental.

Yeah....I guess. I mean sure, I get mad sometimes, but doesn't everyone? Sometimes people deserve to get punched or yelled at! And I mean, it's not like I'd ever hurt someone I really cared about. I mean, almost never.I mean, maybe it is a problem since it's apparently why I'm here, but still, come on, I could have much worse things wrong with me! It's not like I've ever killed anyone!

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"Oh no, don't be..... I'm selfishly glad to have the pleasure of your company all to myself", he bowed again before sitting down. "Glad I made a memorable first impression!", he chuckled, grinning faintly as he remembered their first meeting. "What, you looking for a chance to try and salvage some dignity at poker?", he teased.

Prop shook his head. "Nope. I'm mostly just here to be polite....and because free food!", he added. He lowered his voice, "I mean, I've heard people talking, apparently they got together really fast and they're getting married because she got pregnant, but....", he shrugged. "I mean, not my business. Weddings are always fun, even if you do have to wear ridiculous monkey suits!", he shook his head, once more trying to straighten his lopsided bowtie.

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Prop straightened his suit, looking around a little awkwardly. He didn't really know either of the people getting married, but he'd figured it would be polite to go, and besides, a wedding likely meant free food. He headed towards the seats, hoping the ceremony wouldn't be too long. He straightened his bow tie, cursing quietly as it came undone again. He really had had no idea how to tie it in the first place, and had ended up guessing. That was when he spotted a familiar figure seated a few rows ahead, and he headed over to join her. At least it was someone he knew. Walking up, he pretended to bow like a gentleman, like he had when they'd first met. "Such a shame to see you sitting alone, milady", he tried to affect an old-fashioned accent before straightening up. "Remember me?", he shot her his trademark smirk and gestured to the seat next to her. "Mind if I sit here?", he asked. 

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Tracey looked around the room as everyone gathered for the wedding. Looking for a seat was the difficult part. She smiled as she spotted an open seat in a row. Quickly making her way over she took the seat and waited for the ceremony to begin.

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"Your midnight picnics make up for the swearing, though it doesn’t really bother me." Leah had had her fair share of swearing recently, so it would be hypocritical if she suddenly decided it was an unattractive quality in Prop. Come to think about it, she wasn’t entirely sure that he had a quality that she wasn’t fond of.

The redhead laughed at his excitement, shaking her head slightly. “No, I just grabbed it to torture you. Of course we can watch it!” She’d seen it once or twice with her old friends outside of Thornewood and could only remember bits and pieces of it, so she didn’t mind watching it again. She sat on Prop’s bed, unsure of what else to do with herself while he put the film on. 

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“Well hey, at least I’ve got some redeeming qualities!”, Prop joked. He wasn’t really a self-conscious or particularly self-loathing sort of guy, but he had always been able to crack jokes at his own expense. “I mean hey, you seem to like hanging out with me, so clearly I’m doing something right!”

He grinned, reaching out to pop in the DVD and play it. He smiled at Leah, reaching out to loop an arm around her waist and pull her closer to him as he leaned back against the pillows to watch the movie. “Nothing like a good comedy, if you ask me. And man, Jonah Hill is hilarious, I love him!”, he reached out to skip through the previews. “I just hope this turns out to be better than whatever depressing thing you were watching earlier”, he chuckled.

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Cordelia glanced in his direction, carefully watching Prop’s shifting expressions to try and figure out his current feelings. Just…?, her inner voice repeated, waiting for an explanation to come from his usually smiling lips. As soon as she managed to unclasp his fingers from around the crumpled ball of paper, she released his hand –– slender digits quickly opening the letter; eyes scanning the contents. “Oh, Prop…” She sighed quietly, truly feeling his pain. Or, she could only imagine how he must be feeling. Not a single word had been exchanged between her and her father since her arrival at Thornewood. She’d gotten a letter or two regarding important topics she needed to stay informed about, as well as a credit card, ‘in case she needed something’.

As far as she was concerned education-wise, she’d graduated with high enough grades to get accepted into the schools she’d planned on applying for. Once she was well enough to get released, that is. “Hey, at least you can admit that you do have problems you need to work on. I’m not quite there yet.” Cordelia nudged him playfully, trying to cheer him up somewhat. ”And you might be annoyed by your parents, but at least they’re both alive and kicking. Dad hasn’t even called once since I got here.”

As Cordelia walked out into the gardens, she couldn’t help but to focus all of her attention on Prop and how he was feeling, finding it somewhat of a relief as she had done nothing else but focus on her own feelings and thoughts for the past couple of weeks. “Oh please," She snickered quietly, shaking her head at his silliness. "If I somehow manage to get out before you do, you bet I’ll be coming back twice a week to g l o a t.” A faint, amused smile painted her delicate features, finding herself genuinely at ease the more time she spent in his presence. “Hey, it’s fine.” She dismissed his words, hooking her arm with his once again. “Don’t worry about it. I was the one that didn’t really leave my room for weeks.” Her smile faltered somewhat, before returning once again, this time slightly bigger than before. “Mmm, as tempting as that sounds, and even though it’d probably make me feel better for the moment, I don’t think he’d appreciate getting punched. Hm, no, I don’t think he’d like that at all. It’s not worth getting thrown into ISO for, so, never mind,” 

"It goes both ways, you know. I know that I’ve been cooped up in my room for a while, but I hope that you feel like you can still talk to me about whatever’s bothering you." Cordelia paused, and offered him a small smile, sitting down by the trunk of the tree at the edge of the gardens. "I’m glad you’re not, but that doesn’t give me a free pass. I still have to apologize for being a shitty friend. And, I… I know what you mean. Feels like I’m balancing on the very e d g e right now, just waiting for something to trigger me. I hate it,” She replied, her voice a tiny bit quieter than before, averting her gaze from his as she looked down on the ground, absentmindedly picking at the grass. 

"I was supposed to be applying to law school after this semester", he muttered bitterly, hating the sight of the letter in Cordelia's hands. Even just seeing it was making him angry. Before he could stop himself, he had knocked it out of her hands and stepped on it, before kicking it away as though it contained the plague. 

"Really? That's kind of a dick thing to do", Prop shook his head as Cordelia mentioned her father. "You can't just abandon family like that. Especially not if you're stuffing them into a fucking mental hospital!". Though he was infuriated at his parents at the moment, to be fair, they did visit him, along with his little sisters, and that was at least something.

"Hmmmm.....I think I could handle the gloating as long as I still got to see you", Prop couldn't help but smile. He really had missed Cordelia, and it was so nice to see that she hadn't left without saying goodbye, like he'd feared. "Just be careful though.... I mean, are you sure it's really a good idea to gloat a lot to the big angry guy who's in Thornewood in part because he tends to punch people way too easily?", he joked, gesturing to himself. He was kind of afraid of seeming too violent, since Cordelia didn't seem like the type to like violence, but on the other hand, making fun of himself would at least help him feel a little better. "Hey, you find someone who would actually appreciate getting punched, and I'd be impressed!", he replied, feeling better and better as they spoke. At least it was helping take his mind off things. Being angry alone had always been much worse for him, because his anger would just stew, and he'd end up completely blowing up. "But so....there is someone who upset you?", he asked, frowning in concern. He had wondered why she'd been so isolated, and if there was someone who'd inspired it....well, they'd be lucky if all Prop did was punch them. "What happened? I was really worried, you know"

"Of course I do", Prop returned the smile. "Hell, it's never easy having to deal with your shit, but better telling you than some shrink who's paid to pretend to feel bad for me", he scoffed, sitting down next to her. "Okay. Well, apology accepted then". He really wasn't going to blame Cordelia or get upset. Sure, he'd been kind of pissed when he'd thought she'd left without saying goodbye, but seeing her again...it just sort of made any frustration he might have had at her disappearance leave him. Besides, everyone at Thornewood was dealing with problems, and he couldn't fault her for having them. He nodded, understanding. "I know...it's awful. Like you never know what's going to set it off", he sighed, putting an arm around her, in a hopefully comforting way. "But hey, don't do anything crazy, okay? Or if you do, come tell me first, that way I can at least make sure it's not too crazy", he smiled slightly.

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✉ ᴀ ₂ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴇxᴛ

[TEXT] Cordeliaaaaaaaa. I’m hungry. Wanna raid the kitchen with me? Pleaaaase? I have movies too. We should eat junk food and watch a movie. That’s what friends do at 2 am, right?

✘ ᴀɴ ᴜɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴇxᴛ 

[TEXT] I thought I was over you, okay? I really did. And I’m kind of with someone else now. And then you just waltz back into the picture, and I don’t know what the fuck I want or how I feel. Is there something between us still? I don’t know. I’m afraid there is. Shit. [DELETE]

☠ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ

[TEXT] What the fuck, Cordelia? You just vanish for like, two months and you don’t even say anything? I get being upset and not wanting to leave your room, really, I do, but come on, it’s not that hard to at least slide a note under your door saying ‘I’m Alive’ or something like that.

[TEXT] Like seriously, I thought you left. Not cool dude, not cool.

❤ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ/ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ

[TEXT] Maybe this shoulds cheesy or whatnot but I’m worried about you, Cordelia. I haven’t seen you in weeks, and now, you just seem so….defeated.

[TEXT] You’re still one of my best friends. I care about you. I really do. I’m here for you. I know all I’m really good at is swearing and punching things, but I’m an okay listener too, I promise :)

⊗ ᴀ ʟᴜsᴛʏ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ

[TEXT] So, my new Doc had all my cards confiscated, but I stole some more off a nurse……

[TEXT] Any chance you might be up for strip poker round 2? ;)

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[TEXT] CorddeliaaaA!!11 thi$ vodkas.nOt gonna dR1nk itselff n0wIS it?/???

[TEXT] mAaaaybe I shiouldnt bBe ofeffriNG yuou vOdka bUt tHis isS the. best.Ive felT all weekk…y#@ou shUuld join meeee. 

[TEXT] PSSSSSS iDooont remebrrR if I evER told yuo this but youre hOt

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Prop took a deep breath, his face slightly red as he tried to force himself to calm down. "It's not fair! I'm not fucking crazy. I wouldn't be getting mad in the first place if they weren't being so stupid!", he snapped, before gritting his teeth again. "There's nothing else to do in this damn place", he grumbled bitterly. "And the cabinet deserved it anyway"

Anger Management ~ Prop + Sabrina