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[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ he had it down to an art these days -- eyes locked on the laptop's monitor while his hands blindly and fiercely tapped at the right keys. with no hands to hold his cigarette, it dangles from his lips, the ashes threatening to break off into his lap at any moment. yeah, he's in the building most people seem to stay in, spending his time at a counter in one of the overly stocked kitchens.

just, you know, needed to get away from the horribly claws of sandwich the demon kitten for a bit. ]

I really, really, really, really fuckin' hate this god damn game.

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[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

Gailardia! Watch your language! And are you--smoking?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ jumps a bit at the yelling and the... familiar voice, whirling about to find its source. yeah, that's about the time his cigarette drops into his lap, and all he can do is STARE. ]

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

Gailardia! It fell in your lap!

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ OH HAY it was burning just a bit. not that he really notices until she said anything. he just brushes it to the tile floor, still utterly speechless. ]

[damage-undone.livejournal.com]

...Gailardia? [ frowns ] You're acting strange.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

M...Mary... [ a-awwww, the tears are welding up in his eyes. ;___; ]

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[If you thought you could escape the evil cat, you're very wrong...Where there is Luke, there's Sandwich on his arms, acting like a perfectly sweet, purring kitty. Said kitty was in need of milk, and Luke had kind of forgotten to get that for their own fridge...so into the kitchen he goes.]

...Guy? What are you doing here?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ forces his eyes to part with his computer to luke, a smile coming to his face... regardless of the kitten. ]

Sitting.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

I can see that...

[Guy's better not be using Luke's computer...>>]

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

It's the greatest past time of them all.

[ of course he's not! :DDDD ]

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...

Guy.

[Prepare for divorce! >/]

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

... [ looks back to the computer, trying to look completely innocent. ♥ ]

[seizinurglory.livejournal.com]

...Another Gailardia. Seems you're very popular here.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't look up from his laptop. ] Just slightly. Don't let the others fool you, however; I'm the best.

[seizinurglory.livejournal.com]

Smoking is bad for your health, Gailardia. Your popularity won't last very long if you get lung cancer.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

More often than not, chicks dig a dude that smokes. Makes me look like a BAMF.

[seizinurglory.livejournal.com]

...This is true. Carry on.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ looks at him finally, an eyebrow raised. ] Hmm?

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

*there goes a couple of tiny Lukes tramping across your keyboard and hands, Guy~*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ quickly takes his hands back, looking just slightly horrified. ] What the hell.

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

*the two of them jump at the sound of his voice and scramble back, stepping on a bunch of keys in the process.* Ah! W..what was that?!

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

An idiotic blond again.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

...I am not an idiotic blond. What the hell are you?

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

You got in our way, you're an idiot. And whadda ya mean 'what are we'? What do we look like, stupid?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Excuse me? You're the one walking on my keyboard and fucking up my game. Off, little weirdos.