Frakking frakking frakpants, you guys, IT'S COLD! Holy fuckersnaps! Brrrr. (OK. Maybe 11.3°C isn't cold by the standards of where you live, but I am a delicate flower and AM FREEZING MY FRIKKIN' BOOBIES OFF HERE! THINK OF THE BOOBIES.)
So, things to keep me us warm? Kitty/s? Check. (He's curled up on a pile of random junk on the desk right now.
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there are no clothes, no means of transport, no phones, no food.
all they have is one quilt and a bottle of whiskey.
AHAHAAAHHHA!
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He doesn't think about how they're now without their clothes, without a car, without a phone, without food, miles from anywhere. It's not all bad. They have whisky. And a quilt that smells of whisky and is covered in cat hair. It could be worse.
"And you'renotevenlisteningtome!" David's breath a staccato rhythm, soft over John's skin. A rhythm like panic, or desire pushed too far. David's nails dig into the skin of John's chest ( ... )
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even with the quilt covered with scala/percy hair.
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*reads it agai and again*
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looking at your icon helped to write this, actually! :)
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