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[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Luke is sitting with his laptop beneath a tree near his house, spazzing out because he found a strange internet signal. Since he was bored, he decided to wander around Wikipedia, somehow managing to land on this particular link. Funny thing is that he was reading about Dolphins when he first started.]

...This is like educational 4chan.

[He's very amused.]

[ooc: Kie's tired of emo from this one, so 8D come bug him if you're interested on the internet/the slightly NSFW wiki link he's reading >>]

Comments

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Eh, French. It always sounded like people constantly throwing up to me.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

My mother spoke French.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Haha, and my parents spoke German.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

No wonder why that class made me want to kill myself.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[Grabs a bit of his hair] I look more Irish than German, though.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Just a bit.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Yaaay, I'm lucky.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Enjoy your potato famine. I'll send a letter of hello from the cage the Nazis put me in to keep me as their little Aryan pet.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Hell no, I like potatoes. Especially on fries. I'm happy with my German heritage.

...

That means,,,

Hey, I can keep you as a pet!

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Holy shit.

You're a Nazi?

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...

Yes. Being German immediately makes me a nazi. Now, come here, my little pet.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Nooo.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Let me pet your bellyyy.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

You're weeeeird.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

But that's what makes me lovable.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Lovable. Yeah.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[>:]

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

You know I think you are.

...Just not when you're trying to make me your pet.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a little smile before taking his journal and placing it on a drawer of his nightstand. He then slides off the bed, and takes Guy's hand lightly] Come on, let me show you the house before I die from body pain.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Die from body pain?

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Well, a lot of the furniture and appliances had to get inside the house somehow...

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

You could have found me and forced me to help.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...I couldn't find you.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

I was lying in a bed somewhere. Passed out. I woke up on the floor, though. The doorway to the bathroom, actually...

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...Why?