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[Hesitates a beat or two longer this time before he takes it and pulls it over his legs.]

...jeez, dude. Your socks are soaked.

[Shrugs]

[...Then tries to prod his feet with her wet socks]

...dude. Now my socks are soaked.

I'm totally declaring this a sock-free zone. Take em off.

[Attempts to kick hers off with as much success as one might expect]

You don't even need socks. You'd be good with sock.

Then it'd be all lopsided. 'S kinda weird with just one.

[Snags one of her socks and attempts to tug it free.]

You wear boots on top of it anyways. You wear one glove!

The glove's different.

[Going for the other one, too.]

[Lets him, it's kinda grody, don't sit around in the snow in socked feet kids]

If you only wear one sock that cuts down on laundry by 50 percent.

[Tosses them both out of the mattress fort.]

Yeah, 50 percent sock laundry. Which is like .05 percent of all laundry.

What if all you wash are socks?

I only got like four pairs of socks, dude.

[Taking the sock off the metal foot and holding it out to her?]

...What are you doing.

What? S'like you said.

Can't feel with that one anyway. Someone oughtta get some good out've it, it's freezing out.

...Double up on your other foot. Then you only gotta do laundry a quarter of the time.

Yeah, but I gotta wash this one anyway, so you might as well put it on till we head out.

Wow, "here, this is dirty, enjoy"? Gosh.

[Huffs, mock offended]

C'mon, it's not even on the real foot, not like it's sweaty or nothing.

Maybe you had it built with state-of-the-art sweaty metal technology. Sweatal.

Oh my god, dude. Why.

[Pulls the socks back like a slingshot to flick her with it.]

Agh!

[Tries to smack it away but just ends up catching it, so]

...Fine. See if you're getting it back now.

Gotta pay you back for something like "sweatal," c'mon. You were like inviting retaliation.

Lots of people ditch their invites.

Lucky you, I'm not one've em.

Lucky me, and my non-matching socks.

[She puts it on, wiggling her toes, still a little creaky]

Now I gotta steal somebody else's...

Sock thieves in the hideout. Quick, someone call the cops.

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