http://replicaberry.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] replicaberry.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] abyssdressing2008-09-05 05:13 pm
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[and here we have Luke. his hair's a little mussed, he's only about half conscious, and he's dressed like this. ...because the mun is a horrible, terrible person. and yes, his hair has gotten longer. feel free to be amused.] I wonder if the coffee maker in this place is any easier to operate...
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[identity profile] replicaberry.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
...Well I guess everybody can have a change of heart. Who knows, maybe he'll chill out and that'll be what grabs your attention.
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[personal profile] mixolydianmode 2008-09-10 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
No way in hell. He was still a jerk to me, treated me like a kid, and I don't like guys.

[identity profile] replicaberry.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
...now that's where you're contradicting yourself. ...Contradicting your older self. ...Your future self? Something.
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[personal profile] mixolydianmode 2008-09-10 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
*makes a face and glares.* Whatever. I'm not that idiotic freak.

[identity profile] replicaberry.livejournal.com 2008-09-10 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
But you grow up to be him. [raises an eyebrow] You said that yourself.
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[personal profile] mixolydianmode 2008-09-11 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Her. And don't remind me. I have a hard enough time sleeping.

[identity profile] replicaberry.livejournal.com 2008-09-11 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
...Her? --Oh! Well then that doesn't count, why didn't you just say that? [blinks, vaguely recalling her mentioning she was male] ... I mean, pffft. How would you turn into a woman? [prods at his chest]
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[personal profile] mixolydianmode 2008-09-11 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Just saying it gives me the heebie jeebies, that's why! *leans away from him, swatting at his hand.* How the hell would I know? He didn't tell me.
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