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teetheyesAll right, listen.
If they were really mine, would I advocate violence against the little bastards?
If they were really mine, would I advocate violence against the little bastards?
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//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:22 am (UTC)What do you want?
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:26 am (UTC)Hmm....
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:26 am (UTC)//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:28 am (UTC)[Lean forward, cheek to cheek with Blue.]
May I tie you up?
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:29 am (UTC)[nodnod]
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:32 am (UTC)Are you sure you trust me?
[Teasing. Gives his cheek a lick.]
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:34 am (UTC)Yes. I trust you.
[He's not playing. He looks pretty serious, actually]
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:35 am (UTC)Are you sure you want to play?
[Just as serious, if only to make sure he's in the mood.]
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:36 am (UTC)I'm not in the mood.
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Date: 2008-04-12 05:38 am (UTC)//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:38 am (UTC)//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:38 am (UTC)//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:39 am (UTC)//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:42 am (UTC)[Silently counting to ten for having his bondage time ruined by that person.]
Should I get involved? I know he doesn't like me.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:45 am (UTC)I tried. I really tried.
I let it slide when he hurt you. I said it was between the two of you. I didn't get involved. I just...let him.
I trusted him. I asked him to leave you alone on...the second. He wouldn't. He "had to know". I told him you were cursed. He didn't believe me. My word isn't good enough for him.
My word is everything, Cori. That's why I don't lie.
I trust you. That should be all that matters.
He called me kid. He said it was over.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:49 am (UTC)Blue, he...
[Tch, forcing himself to say it.]
He might just be overreacting. He does that a lot.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:52 am (UTC)How am I supposed to...be friends with someone who doesn't respect me enough to apologize?
I want everyone to see what I see. Jack sees what I see. I'm not blinded, I just see you.
[looks up at him. He looks angry]
He's supposed to be my friend, Cori.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:58 am (UTC)Blue, you know not everyone's going to see what you see.
And it's not just you... I've been an ass to him a lot.
[Shoulder squeeze.]
Maybe you should talk to him, one on one, and you know... not about me.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 05:59 am (UTC)[grab and cling]
I trust you.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 06:01 am (UTC)That's bullshit, baby. He'll talk to you, he's got this way of pushing and testing the people he likes.
[Pet to his arm.]
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 06:04 am (UTC)I'm not a kid. I'm too old for games. I don't do this stupid trust you don't testing game.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 06:09 am (UTC)[Rub to his chin.]
You're a good man, Blue, or you know as someone told me today 'a real nice boy', so maybe you're let down but don't give it up. Nice boys don't give up.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 06:12 am (UTC)You could get me in the mood.
//hands on his hips//
Date: 2008-04-12 06:15 am (UTC)I could tell you all the things I like about you.
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Date: 2008-04-12 06:16 am (UTC)Tell me why you love me, then tie me up.
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