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“oh, you’re like, a cop?” Squinting, as if that’d help him see some sort of previously unseen cop aspect in him. “…i don’t really trust coppers. no offense.”

Hmm. Tilting his head at Harry. If only he ever noticed anything wrong.. “i hear you on that, man. people are overwhelming sometimes. it’s like, you never know who’s gonna screw you or murder you or whatever. hah.” Thaddeus is not helping.

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“a good bucket’s harder to find than you’d think..” Tipping it over with his boot. Thoughtfully. “..so, um. what’re you up to out here?”

“..oh. sorry..” Trailing off quietly, realizing the repeated apologies aren’t doing anything. Looking at the bucket once more before dropping it at his feet. Useless now. “guess we’re not bathing today,” he mumbles under his breath.

i guess bro

Blinks, taken aback. Thaddeus lifts the bucket up, seeing light pouring through a little crack in the metal. “whu- when’d that.. how’d you know about that??”

“uh—“ It’s the simplest question, yet it catches Thaddeus off guard. It’s rare for strangers to take any interest in him. Usually, it’s a bad sign when they do. “..water?” Gesturing to the river in front of the both of them.

were ginna be so rich my guy

Clumsy boots scuffing the dirt. Thaddeus is staring at his shoes and still managing to stumble. Hardly notices Harry until he’s about to trip over him. “oh shit- sorry, didn’t see you there. sorry..” Slowly backing up, raising his arm protectively. Holding a bucket.

highkey????

#thaddeuswisdom for real

what if food had a sequel

uh. [Bro help him. They love flustering his ass.] okay. i’m sorry?

whateverr dick macween

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