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[teetheyes]

Whenever you're done rolling up your skirt you can come pick up some lamb gyro.

I hope you're not too busy pissing yourself spikey to miss my end of the bargain.

Dr. Sattler, I have a message for you.

//Private to the Bluebird//

Let's talk.

//End Private//

Hey Fido, play dead.

Comments

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You said you don't sing.

Cat's out of the bag, the women know.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Not usually, no. Maybe the bluebird will warble a bit.

Oh?

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And sacrifice lyrical content?

Yes. How do you feel about it?

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I would hate to pay that kind of insult. Best stick to the trumpet.

Um.

Well, to be honest, I'm okay with it. I mean, are you?

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'll bet you're not that bad.

I'd hate for you to have to lie.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Cori, really. It's okay. You know I'm not ashamed of you.

You said you needed time. If you still want it, you have it, but if you're ready, I'm okay with that too.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You do a good job of making me feel like the junior. I think I'm giving myself too much time.

I never told you I had something here for a little while, till three months ago.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to rush you?

No, you never told me that.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No, I just felt like an ass watching you skate around the Square.

It's history, a history that doesn't want to fucking die.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry...

Trust me, Cori, I know how that goes.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Don't be.

I know, that's why I'd like to do this for me and you.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Well then.

Let's do it. Who cares what they think, right? If they want to bring up the past, that's their problem, not yours.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What about your friends, from your world?

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Prince Charming knows it's a guy, and Fly...I don't think Fly will be bothered.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

All right... I'll take the heat for the age difference.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Do you think people will care?

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah I do. I told you my former self had a shitty track record, it's no secret.

But I don't really give a fuck anymore.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't really care either.

I got a little busy today, but can I come see you tomorrow?

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're going to overwork yourself.

Tomorrow's fine, come anytime you'd like.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Probably. I have a tendency to do that.

Okay! Meet where?

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That'd make me a sad old man you know.

Anywhere.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You're the only one, I think Charming would throw a party on my grave.

The square! I'll buy stuff for dinner, and you can...well, I'll talk and you can cook.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he knows he'd die without you, Blue.

All right, I'll make something for you. What do you have in mind?

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I don't think so.

Coq au vin? Can you make that? I haven't had any in a really long time...

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

A rooster, mushrooms, garlic, some wine, and brother. You want to spend New Year's Day going back to your roots?