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[teetheyes]

Get off my back about it. I don't need the company.

[ooc: Very displeased about this and this.]

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//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[eats his sandwich, knowing he has twenty minutes]

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Back down with clean teeth and a little more sober. Exactly 20 minutes later.]

Better.

[Shine shine.]

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[finished with his sandwich]

Better?

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Giving Blue a clean minty kiss.]

Better.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss! and a pet to his white hair]

I don't care what anyone says. You're okay.

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Sitting with him again, bigger and taller and still managing to curl under his wing.]

I really appreciate that, Blue.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[arm around Cori]

Of course. I believe in you.

[kiss to his head]

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Mm...

[For the kiss, and settling in with him.]

So was all that laundry upstairs Jack's doing?

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

All he did was iron.

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That sounds a little lazy to me.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Well, he talked to me, too.

He made me feel better.

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

He's pretty good at that.

[A nod.]

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss]

You like him?

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Return kiss.]

He's not bad.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, to gauge his reaction]

So you'd be okay with him joining us again?

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Briefly briefly gets that whathasharknessbeentellingyou look. Then he relaxes and nods.]

You just want to help him relax, right?

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sees that look and gives him the nothingthisisallme look]

I want him to relax.

If you don't like it, we don't have to.

[kiss]

It's just...he has some crazy women in his life and no outlet. I empathize.

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's not that I don't like it, he's good in the sack.

[And he knows, Mr. Really Really Good. Kiss. He asks jokingly!]

When did you get so progressive?

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When I started dating a guy with three mouths.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Eyemouth to his cheek, gentle lick.]

As long as you're okay with it. But I don't want him moving in. I like my space.

[And his territory, ahem.]

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Why would he move in?

I don't love him.

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I already owe him dinner. He's tricky you know.

[Kidding. Another kiss to Blue.]

You do, just not the way you love me.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You're the one who keeps going back on it.

[kiss back]

What do you mean?

//back home, not in a sling//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I have to find the time for it.

I know you like him, Blue, as a friend. More than you like some other people around here. You wouldn't invite just anyone.

[Nudge to his chin.]

It's okay.

//back home, not in a sling//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Not like I love you.

[curl up with]

I don't think I can love anyone like I love you.