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[teetheyes]

I'm restless. I'm tired.

That's a contradiction if you couldn't tell.

I need to get this fucking song out of my head: I'm a dinosaur, somebody's digging my bones.

I'm not old, yet.

It's quiet for the start of October.

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Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'm still stuck on figuring out the lady part.

[Joking too, if that'll save him.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

What do you want me to do, prove it to you?

[If he says yes, she's going to punch him.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cori lives in the danger zone. He puts his drink down and leans over.]

Prove it.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

[Faye punches him. Right in the shoulder. Hard.]

Dick.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Fuck.

[He's pale, he bruises colorfully, but he also heals faster than the average bear.]

Balls of fucking steel, that shit.

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I didn't need to get that picture in my mind.

[She could punch him again, but she's more interested in not!laughing and her drink.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Get used to having it.

[The image he means, while rubbing the spot a bit.]

Twenty minutes laterrrr.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

When I'm on my death bed, that'll probably be the last thing I think about.

[She looks over at him.]

You're fine, you big baby.