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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]

[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.