So it's come to this...
... posting hastily-scribbled drabbles at half four in the morning. Hmph. But then, that's what holidays are for, right?
Ouch
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. He could really use a pill right now, but he would have to stop mid-differential, and he likes the effect he's creating. Maybe if he pauses right before the climax, he can dig one out and swallow it without ruining the whole thing. In fact, it might even improve it.
Ouch. Ouch. He thought he knew pain, but bullets are something else. Not worse, but something else. Hell. That's embarrassing. He's on the floor.
His head is a broken TV someone needs to whack. He's getting very poor reception, but he can see... something... sweet, concerned brown eyes... ouch.
Ouch
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. He could really use a pill right now, but he would have to stop mid-differential, and he likes the effect he's creating. Maybe if he pauses right before the climax, he can dig one out and swallow it without ruining the whole thing. In fact, it might even improve it.
Ouch. Ouch. He thought he knew pain, but bullets are something else. Not worse, but something else. Hell. That's embarrassing. He's on the floor.
His head is a broken TV someone needs to whack. He's getting very poor reception, but he can see... something... sweet, concerned brown eyes... ouch.