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[wankersometimes]

You.  Go away.

I mean it.  Get out of the beach house.  You've been moping and grumping around for weeks now.  Go pester somebody else.

Take these idiots with you.

Out.

As for you, what the hell was all that about?

Everybody else, that was some of the worst poetry I've ever heard, and I've had to put up with some seriously shitty poetry in my life.

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[coyote_walking]

Thank heavens!

[wankersometimes]

Yeah, the git really knows how to moan about the house, doesn't he.

[coyote_walking]

They just need to get back to normal. All three of them.

Before the rest of us have nervous breakdowns.

[wankersometimes]

Not sure about your boy, but those others were never normal to begin with.

Have to be a nutter to work for Torchwood, I'm sure it's in the contract somewhere.

[coyote_walking]

As normal as they usually are then?

[wankersometimes]

I'd settle for not moping around the house whining about how they can't go outside to play.

[coyote_walking]

That would be wonderful.

Ianto's well enough to be out and about then?

[wankersometimes]

He's well enough to get the fuck outta my sight for a few hours at least.

[coyote_walking]

Good. if I see them I'll try and get them all out for a bit.

[wankersometimes]

Shouldn't be too hard.

[coyote_walking]

Kyle's doing this whole, 'no, no, I'll stay away, they need time alone together' thing lately.

[wankersometimes]

Good.

[coyote_walking]

You think?

I won't push him then, I guess.

[wankersometimes]

Headaches, muscle aches, upset stomach, and fatigue.

Seems to me like he's picked up a flu bug. Not good to be breathing on the teaboy and all that.

[coyote_walking]

Oh Kyle...

[wankersometimes]

It's a hypothetical diagnosis. The idiot won't let me get two feet near him with the thermometer.

But I count the meds, and anyway he walks around looking like me half the time, and I'm dead.