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[tom_hanniger]

[Tom is sitting in the window, as one does, staring out into.. Well.. Nothing really. He isn’t too happy but then again, what is there to be happy about when you’re trapped in a box with a bunch of faggots? Sure the massages are nice, but they keep leering and it makes him uncomfortable

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[sarah_mercer]

[sneaks up like a ninja and says nothing as she sits beside Tom, trying to see what he's looking at.]

[tom_hanniger]

[There’s spackle on the ceiling. Spackle. And he’s imagining shapes from the random patterns.]

[sarah_mercer]

[glances at Tom with an odd look on her face. wtf is he staring at.]

[tom_hanniger]

[He lolls his head to the side to glance at her, then back to the ceiling. Given a choice between the two, she's more interesting to look at but damn he thinks he sees a face... maybe it's a dog. He doesn't know quite yet.]

Hey.

[sarah_mercer]

What were you looking at?

[tom_hanniger]

The ceiling.

[So exciting, isn't he. Can you tell that he's spent a LOT of time by himself?]

[sarah_mercer]

[slight o.O face] What for?

[tom_hanniger]

[A shrug] No reason. I think I see a duck...

[sarah_mercer]

[uhhhh... Tom this isn't helping your case of not being crazy]

A duck?

[tom_hanniger]

There. [He points to a cluster of Spackle]

Do you see it?

[sarah_mercer]

[oh! wel, that makes more sense. She leans in slightly towards him to get a better angle]

I.. wait, no.. Wait.

[tries not to laugh as she strains her eyes. after a pause, she points]

Riiight there.

[tom_hanniger]

A little to the left. [He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close before pointing again.]

There. See the bill and like.. the head and feet.

[sarah_mercer]

[tenses. the smile fades]

Yeah. Yeah, I see it.

[tom_hanniger]

[O fux that was a huuuge no-no. He immediately lets her go.]

...

Sorry.

[sarah_mercer]

[wraps her arms around herself and purses her lips]

It's okay.

[tom_hanniger]

I forgot for a second.