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[teetheyes]

Sweeney, Styles, I'm not coming in to work today.

Not until I can clip this shit off my fucking head.

I fucking hate you, Holland. I fucking hate you and your spores and everything else that flowers out of your ass.

Elle, I might have to euthanize it. I don't want to, but I can't go on living like this.

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John, well... He isn't going to be going anytime soon he feels.

Who was he fooling? The lights come on. The door opens.]

Oh, you got it out.

[Then he scowls.]

You will not tell anyone.

[That is a subconsciously direct order.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Tried it. Don't tell anyone.

[He chimes in with the appearing Constantine while she balances the cactus. Cori holds his hands out for it, to repot poor Bastardino/Bastardina.]

Thanks.

[repairedbywebs.livejournal.com]

Not a soul. Relax.

[smiles and hands Cori Bastardino]

You have an interesting head. Thank you for the experience.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John's leaning on the doorframe, casual and cool with what little dignity he can scrap up. Oh well.]

That's not the only part of him that's interesting, I promise you.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[His head appears wounded but not like that of the flesh; upon closer inspection of his scalp the top appears almost like a mess of sand and dirt in his hair. Bad case of dandruff, he could call it.]

You're welcome based on the presumption I haven't been lobotomized.

[Fortunately the Corinthian would know were a spider left in his cranium.]

I don't suppose you could do much for him.

[repairedbywebs.livejournal.com]

Cacti have shallow roots. Barely got into the brain. I didn't touch anything.

[looks at John like she's looking through him]

That one will clear up once the pattern rearranges. All I could do would be to pump his intestine with enough venom to cause necropsy and refill it with fluid, but I think the pain might be worse than going a week or so without a bowel movement.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[Constantine is not THAT desperate. He does not look too keen on any of it. Nor would be having such.]

Let's not go there, luv. The milk goes down easier.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He sets the cactus aside on the kitchen counter.]

I think the Magnesia is enough, really. Honestly. Preferably.

[repairedbywebs.livejournal.com]

Then I'll let you two...discuss what needs to be done. Pleasant evening to you both.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Ta, cheers.

[He upnods to Saya as she departs, then eyes the cactus, then Cori. Curiously, despite the growing tug in his bowels, he reaches out to feel the nightmare's hair.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I owe you one.

[Famous last words. He bids Saya farewell then shuts the door, flaking bits of sand and dirt under John's touch.]

I need a conditioner.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[Seeing that the nightmare is not in any pain or in pieces, he ruffles the white-blond's dirty head, snickering.]

She enjoyed the view at least.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[FLAKE FLAKE FLAKING. He prods John's stomach gently.]

Get back on your bog, we'll see what else we can do.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[The flaking is only a minor comfort. Sigh.]

Yes, mum.

[And so, he does.]