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[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ it's always great to wake up and find yourself randomly on the couch. randomly without clothes. and randomly a male again. it was the oddest feeling in the world, really, and once the disappointment of his once bountiful chest being gone passes him by...

he runs outside, throws his arms up in triumph, and has no real qualms with screaming loud enough to wake the dead. all while still very naked. ]

MY DICK IS BACK! PRAISE JESUS!

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[fononfailure]

....you.. like me?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs, looking away from her. ]

[fononfailure]

*just stares at him, digesting that concept. what a weird thought.*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[fononfailure]

For what?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Just... [ shrugs again. d'awww, he is blushing. ]

[fononfailure]

..huh. *traces a finger around in the dirt, letting her hair cover her face to hide her own blush.*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

...I need a cigarette. [ and he disappears into the house on a desperate search. ]

[fononfailure]

*watches him go, wondering if she should take the chance to beat it.*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ too bad, he soon enough reappears with the thing he had quested for hanging from his lips. ] ...Sorry about that.

[fononfailure]

*blink. blinkblinkblink. that was twice in the span of only a couple of minutes that he'd apologized. overload.* ..it's okay.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

You can leave, if you want. You're probably tired of me.

[fononfailure]

I'm fine. You aren't too bad when you're not making cracks about me.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Thanks...

[fononfailure]

*asfhjla. back to poking at the dirt so she doesn't have to look at him.*

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ and he busies himself with making his cigarette seem like the most interesting thing he's ever seen. ]

[fononfailure]

*swallows a couple of times before finally willing herself to speak.* So.. why would you want to.. with me..?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs again. ] Doesn't matter, right? You're taken.

[fononfailure]

I guess it doesn't. Though I'm still curious as to why.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

I would rather not hurt myself by pouring my heart out. [ l-look at that, luke. he's showing he has ~FEELINGS~ ]

[fononfailure]

*this is all too much of a shock. good thing she's used to it, or her brain might have melted.* ...but wouldn't it hurt more to keep it to yourself?

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

I'm used to it.

[fononfailure]

Sometimes it helps to have someone to talk to.

[blackparts.livejournal.com]

Not today.

[fononfailure]

Alright.