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Guess so. But then what would you do with the time you spend bothering me?

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I dunno. Maybe egg your better friends' houses.

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Yeah, so it's better this way.

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You're really good at non-compliments.

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You're really good at turning things into compliments.

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Was that a compliment?

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I don't know, was it?

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I don't know, does intent matter, or is it all up to my interpretation? Gettin' philosophical here.

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Does intent ever matter to you?

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Well, it helps, but it's unreliable.

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Hmmmm.

[He shoves at James a little bit, doesn't actually shove him off.]

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Hmmmmm?

[ If that's how it's gonna be, he very casually slides further down the couch...

and headbutts Piper's shoulder. ]

You know I don't do so great with mysterious.

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That's too bad for you then, isn't it?

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Must you always bully me?

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I'll stop when you stop deserving it.

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Harsh, Mr. Rathaway, very harsh.

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Someone has to do it.

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[ He snorts, shoving Piper with his shoulder. And sure, this is still dumb bickering, but it's actually... nice. Friendly. He's never completely certain where he stands with Piper anymore, or what stupid thing is going to set him off (and rightfully so, not that James would admit that out loud). ]

Oh, that's one public service you can skip. I'm pretty sure the rest of the world has got it covered.

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[Piper shoves back.]

That's fair, but no one else does it like I do.

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Nah, it sounds so nice when you say it.

[ Sometimes. Usually. Way too often. ]

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Oh, does it now?

[Look at that smug face.]

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Uh-huh. Real sweet.

[ Don't start something you can't finish would be good advice here, but he's never been one to stop something just because it's a terrible idea. ]

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I'll have to remember that one.

[For the next time he complains.]

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Sure, sure. File it away with all the other great stuff I say about you.

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Pffft. Yeah, alright.

[Elbowing him.]