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[teetheyes]

Nice party. Still a lot of asskissing with no stripper in sight. Who knew those guys had it in them.

Private to the Bluebird

Don't stand me up, hotshot.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Riiiiinse.]

You'll do nothing. You don't need this shit before Tuesday. I'll take care of it.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks up at him]

...I can...

[closes his mouth]

Thank you.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Don't sweat it, Blue.

[More riiiiiinse, then a pat to the behind.]

Dry up.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[stands and grabs his towel, then takes Cori's and offers it]

Here.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but we're not done with you yet.

[Drying off, no problem walking around naked either.]

I'll get the first aid kit.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sits down on the bed, all dry]

At least the blood's not oozing anymore.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're kind of a gorehound at heart aren't you?

[Coming with the kit and stinging the wound with the disinfecting chemicals, the air drying for fresh bandages.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks a little confused]

I did like Suspiria!

But after the first few hundred war-wounds, you get used to it. You even learn not to poke too much.

[watches Cori patch him up]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Surprised by that one!]

Too much neon paint. Try Blood Feast.

[Taping the gauze and dressing down.]

I hear you, soldier boy.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[beams when he's done]

Sleep? Sleep?

My poem getting recited makes me sleepy, Ed's been...saying it all day long.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Putting the kit away then smirking.]

... You want me to sing you to sleep?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I want you to hold onto me.

[yawn]

I'm almost asleep...anyway.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Holding onto Blue and leaning down to bed, pulling the covers up.]

Little boy blue, come blow your horn
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn
Where is that boy who looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack fast asleep
Will you wake him? Oh no, not I
For if I do he will surely cry

[Improvised blues melody.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I.

Don't....cryyyyy [snooze]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Gentle kiss under his eye.]

Goodnight, baby.