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[Tristen propped himself up as the door handle rattled obnoxiously, his brief intrigue disappearing as he realised who was struggling with it. Oscar and Courtney were convinced this place was haunted, but he’d need some proof before jumping on that bandwagon] Robin: Hi. Tristen: Hey. [Robin clambered beside Tristen, offering him a half-eaten lollipop; he politely declined] Tristen: I’ve already brushed my teeth, buddy.. you keep it. Robin: Okay. Tristen: Isn’t it past your bedtime? [Making himself comfortable, Robin completely ignored Tristen’s question, studying him intently instead] Robin: Mama reads to me when I don’t feel good. Tristen: Awh, that’s nice. Robin: You’re sick like papa, aren’t you? But worser. Tristen: Uh… Robin: In here. [Slightly dumbfounded, Tristen raised a brow as Robin pointed to his head. He didn’t think Oscar would’ve taught such a young child about addiction, not yet at least-.. but he must have said something] Tristen: I guess so.. I’m alright though. Oscar: I hope you knocked before waltzing on in here, mister. Tristen: It’s okay. [Oscar plonks himself beside Robin, stealing his lollipop; how villainous] Oscar: Where’d you get this? Robin: I found it. Oscar: That’s nasty, pal. Robin: You’s eating it too. Oscar: ‘Cause I’m nasty-.. he’s not bothering you is he? [Tristen shook his head, still wearing a slight look of bewilderment] Oscar: What’s up? Tristen: Erh.. he’s pretty smart, isn’t he? Oscar: [snorts] Too smart.