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[teetheyes]

I've got to be somewhere, bluebird. Keep your head.

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//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Okay. Your apartment is closest, but the studio doesn't involve as many steps, or questions.

Do you have a preference?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Thinking on this, headache to think.]

The studio.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[walking, letting Cori set the pace]

Why did you fight him?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Mutter.]

Fucking Shizuka... and his team, trying to help that little kid.

[Lies. He just wanted a chance to punch Sanda's lights out.]

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[walks]

You can tell me the truth.

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That is the truth. I don't know if they actually survived.

[.... After a moment.]

Shizuka asked me to play a distraction. I didn't want to pass it up.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks up]

Should I go find them?

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No. Stay with me.

[Selfish request for selfish nightmare.]

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[almost there!]

Okay. I will.

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The spare key is where it usually is.]

Thanks for coming.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'll always come if you call.

I'd just rather it wasn't because you were beat up, of course.

//at the shed//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

We're spending time together... right?

[Poor pun, letting them in.]

It wasn't this hard... last time.

//at the shed//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He got stronger?

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

He got angrier.

[Turning a lamp on, no ceiling lights.]

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

An..

...I get it.

[starts taking off Cori's clothes; he's got a deft hand]

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

He really wants to keep that body.

[Being disrobed, no protest there either.]

Get what?

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[strips after he gets Cori on the bed and in it]

You wanted a rematch.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's implying that I lost the last round...

[Into the bed he goes.]

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pulls the covers around the both of them]

But you didn't really win, did you?

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Well that shuts him up good.]

... I won't go again.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[curls up close]

I'm your boyfriend - I'm not your mother. If you're not going because you don't want to worry me...it's takes more than that to get me protective.

[gives him a kiss on the cheek]

I can't do much to mess with him, though. I'd like to.

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I have a competitive streak. And I never had a mother.

[Old news. Returning the kiss.]

Good. He really put the squeeze on me.

That's because you don't dream.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No, but I have, and she would kill me if I did something that stupid.

...is it good I don't dream?

//at the studio//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It... wasn't stupid. They asked me.

I don't know, dreams are important.

//at the studio//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I guess you did help that little girl.

[chuu]

Are they?

[lies on his stomach]

I haven't dreamed since I was...two hundred. I just couldn't take it one day, and so I stopped. Every once in a while a dream gets through, but they're almost always nightmares.