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Jul 11, 2008 22:43

Don't fret precious
I'm here
Step away from the window
Go
Back to sleep
Safe from
Pain
And truth
And choice
And other poison devils
See
They don't give a fuck about you
Like I do

being cryptic?, doesn't always have to make sense

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 20:30:34 UTC
I don't get it... maybe you should go out and get some exercise?

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 21:27:41 UTC
Why do you say that?

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 23:05:37 UTC
Maybe the exercise would get your mind off of whatever's bothering you?

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 23:08:07 UTC
Who said anything was bothering me?

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 23:09:47 UTC
Oh... your poem sounded like you were upset by something. I thought maybe someone was bothering you.

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 23:10:44 UTC
Nah, it actually makes me feel pretty nie~

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 23:23:39 UTC
Oh, really? Well...

[OOC: The writing trails off since Fullmetal isn't too sure how to respond.]

Um, I'm Fullmetal. Nice to meet you?

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 23:27:08 UTC
Tenko. The pleasure's all mine~

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 23:33:40 UTC
Hi Tenko! Did you get a job yet? If you're not sure, you could be a journal maker.

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 23:40:41 UTC
Sounds interesting. Do you know what other jobs there are? I'd like to consider all my options~

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rustyarmor July 12 2008, 23:42:53 UTC
I'm not too sure what the other jobs are... When I got here, Wax offered to help me get a job, so I ended up becoming a journal maker with him. I know there's a market though, so maybe there's someplace there that needs help??

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f_oxily July 12 2008, 23:46:57 UTC
That's a good idea~ Thank you, Fullmetal~

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