Nov 18, 2007 12:47
*has stolen alcohol from the inexplicably large stash uderneath her roommate's bed and is now wandering the halls clad in green, with shamrocks and glitter in her hair, singing blues songs*
IT'S ST. PATRICK'S DAY!! WHERE ARE ALL THE DRUNK PEOPLE? WE SHOULD CEBERATE! WHOOO!
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*sees her and stops short*
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You're all bloody. *wide eyes* That makes me sad. Things aren't supposed to be sad today. S'why we're drinking, isn't it?
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S'why everyone but you is drinking. Fucking hell did you at least bother to put the charm that protects the kids that you're carrying?
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Fine. Have fun. *turns to walk away*
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I wrote you a song.
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y-you what?
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B-but, I thought...
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But...I don't think you understand just how badly it hurt walking away from you. And...and I almost got mauled by a giant spider--it's a long story--and all I could think was "god, let me get out of this so that I can see Cassie again." My heart felt like it was shot, I was that hurt. I wanted to cause a LOT of harm to Corner, I was that pissed off.
I wouldnt feel that way if I didn't care. If I didn't love you.
And I knew I'd be shit at telling you how I felt. So I wrote you a song.
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*sharply* You got mauled by a giant spider? *walks closer to him* A-are you alright? Whose blood is that? Oh Gideon, please tell me you didn't get bitten.
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Like I said, it's a long story.
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What now?
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