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I've Got You Under My Skin

Aug 17, 2010 18:27

WHO: Boss Vargas and his loyal Vassal
WHEN: August 17th, Tuesday Evening
WHERE: The Vargas Mansion
WHAT: He'd tried so not to give in, told himself this (business) affair would never go well...
RATING: R (for Roma)

( 'Don't you know, you Fool, you can never win?' )

this is your brain on drugs, you have some 'splainin' to do, status: incomplete, no shit sherlock, my life is fail, blame the meds, guy can't keep it in his pants, ancient rome, real men have chest hair, i'm such a fucking dick magnet, personal bubbles are good for you, my pedo senses are tingling, married married married, "hanging out", isn't that illegal?, repression at its finest, y u do dis?, bonding tiemz, you ain't got nothing on me, come to papa~!, moe fucking kyun, is that a rocket in your pocket?, the italian rico suave, liar liar heart's on fire, awkwardness: i has it, is this real life?, omg becky, i don't get paid enough for this shit, someone's gonna die today, creepers gonna creep, i'm too sexy for my shirt, this is my safety square!, what is this madness!?, and remember: don't fuck it up, ur vital regions r mine, you just went there, what are personal boundaries?, it's not what you think, latvia, b-but i'm allergic to crying..., just keep swimming

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What are you apologizing for, wench? It was beautiful. I shed tears. man_nav_naudas August 21 2010, 00:02:14 UTC

"R-right. F-forgive me..."

He could be told repeatedly, over and over, that his repentance wasn't necessary but Raivis, always, gave it regardless. For a while, his attempts to keep the overabundant pleas minimized had been surprisingly successful. He'd been happy, confident that he could, in fact, live and let go.

Until the structural supports buoying him had been smashed in with yet another sledgehammer. The dawn of more conflict was fast approaching, he could feel it, and what would happen after that- if the sound effects would get worse, more frequent, if the music following him got louder, if something else strange would rocket into his life- Raivis dreaded.

It made him look at Roma anew. Shakily reach out and touch the weathered, tanned skin of the man's hand curled around glass. A warm hand. A real one. "E-ever since that incident in April, I-I guess I've just been... m-more on edge than I thought."

The contact was withdrawn and Raivis swiped at his eyes. "I j-just want to do my best for you, Sir. For everyone. W-who is still here anyway. We've been losing q-quite a few members of the staff lately..."

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