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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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[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

*while he's beating on Guy's hand, the other one is going to come to his rescue.. ..by taking his place jumping on Guy's privates.* Let him go!

[ AHAHAHAHA LADY ION SWEARS LIKE ANISE!! 8'D ]

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ the pain was too much to bare, and he ends up falling all the way out of the chair and to the tile floor below. now for a groan of pain... ]

[ I'M SO SORRY, FEMALE!ION. I'VE MADE HER INTO A PERVERT AND NOW SHE HAS THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR. yeah, too much time around anise. ]

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

*the shorties will now take this chance to try and escape from the big, bad, scary Guy.*

[ ROFL. SHE HAS A LOT OF CHARACTER, AT LEAST. She's a bad influence. ]

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ writhe writhe writhe on the floor, in horrible pain. ] Y-yeah, go back to sex with your Asch.

[zavergazein.livejournal.com]

Stuff it, dreck! *uses his crotch for a springboard, taking the short-haired one by the hand.*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Fuck! If I see you two again, I swear to god...!