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eleven truffula stumps

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[He's noticed the sudden lack of familiar faces around, and he's a little worried about how the Once-ler's taking it] You still alive up there, kid?
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People's allergies are going haywire from the change of seasons. Try to aim away from the journals when you sneeze, pretty sure everyone'll appreciate that. And drink some hot tea.

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[The answer is terribly. Of course, the Once-ler has come to expect that everyone will eventually abandon him because, well, that's just what people do. So he's reacted to this by healthily shutting himself in his room and only speaking when he feels he needs to]

Yup. Still breathing and everything.

I'm surprised. Been so quiet lately I thought you up and left too.

[A small, bitter laugh]

Come on now, I'm always the one left behind. I'll probably be the last to go.

You don't know that.

I can make an educated guess.

No, you're making a pessimistic guess. Quit it.

In case you didn't notice, I've got heaps of pessimism. It took the place of all my optimism.

[There's a ton of grumbling going on over the journal. This kid can be so frustrating.]

Yeah, yeah. Pretty sure I've said this before, but mopin' ain't going to solve anything. It's alright to miss them, but they wouldn't want this. You know that.

[He's the best at it]

I'm not moping. This isn't moping. This is accepting the inevitable.

Well, accept it a little more quietly.

I was, Fuzzball. And then you started annoying me over the journals.

Because I haven't seen you out with the... truffula, lately.

Edited 2013-10-22 02:18 (UTC)

So you actually want me near the tree?

First of all, I ain't likin' this tone of yours. And second, just because I'm here doesn't mean you can slack off.

I don't have a tone. [He does. He's being a brat]

Yeah, well, maybe I haven't been in much of a going outside mood.

Yeah kid, you do.

That ain't an excuse. Be responsible.

It isn't an excuse? In the past two months, I've lost almost every person who really cared about me. Who I cared about. I've got six, maybe seven people left I can actually count on any more. Pretty good excuse to me.