*leaps onto deck, cloak swaying in the wind, rapier and stilleto in hand, axe upon back. Hair tangled in the breeze his manical laughter echos to the edges of the Stickball field*
I am so glad you're doing better. I need you in top form when next I see you so that I may kick your ass properly for getting so bad as to need to get better.
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yay!
The 'verse <3's you!
shiny.
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Granted.... it isn't hard to be healthier than scurvy, but I am damnit! No third time for me!!!
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*leaps onto deck, cloak swaying in the wind, rapier and stilleto in hand, axe upon back. Hair tangled in the breeze his manical laughter echos to the edges of the Stickball field*
BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*COUGH hack wheeze*
Where'd those cheetoes go.... they're orange....
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I love you, you know. I hurt out of love.
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But, then, it wouldn't be nearly so much fun getting beat up by pretty girls if I didn't like it :D
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Keep hitting. I'm sure we'll figure it out in the long run. ;)
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I love you. Keith does, too.
Has Nathan passed on my querry? I'll ask properly later.
gotta go,
~Cin
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