Comments | 3iscompany: I need a new drug

__angel in 3iscompany

I need a new drug

Aug 11, 2005 03:34

I watched Wesley walk away from me, saying that he was going to go and do some research. The grass had worn off and now I was just bored. I mean, I could do fun things with my new body, but that would be ... violation I suppose and besides, I didn't feel like getting eaten by me. Er, her. Whatever. Instead, I raised an eyebrow as Wes walked away ( Read more... )

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watcher_pryce August 11 2005, 12:12:11 UTC

Right. Research. Let's get to it, because those two are slowly driving me insane. Not that they don't do an admirable job of it in their own bodies, but at least I know how to handle them then. Somewhat. This entire body switch is just too strange for words ( ... )

__angel August 11 2005, 13:50:34 UTC

I listened to him as he talked and finished off the last of my cookie. I didn’t know when the next time would be when I could have another cookie, so I took advantage of it. I was actually thinking of getting more cookies, but not right now. Wes and I were talking and it was … pretty serious, yet, it seemed like he didn’t believe a word that I said. Figured. Tilting my head, I scrunched up my nose when dark hair fell in my face. Pushing it back with my hand, I scooted up on the chair, hoping the hair wouldn’t attack me again. But, the hair did smell good though ( ... )

watcher_pryce August 11 2005, 20:53:49 UTC

Alright, he seems to be more occupied with other things then pay attention to me. At least now he has the fact that he's in someone else's body to use for an excuse. And how in the hell can it be his fault? When barely a year ago he blamed me and pushed a pillow over my face. And then took away my memories ( ... )

__angel August 11 2005, 21:19:35 UTC

Right. Now I understood where everything was coming from, or at least it was a little bit more clear. I sighed as I sat there, wanting another cookie, but I didn't want to get up. This was important and we needed to talk about this. Leaning forward, I watched him closely and thought about what he said.

It wasn't my fault.

How could he say that? It was my fault. That's the only thing I won't agree with him or anyone else with because I knew it was my fault. It always was anyway.

"I know my attitude has been ... bad the last couple of days. I've had a lot on my mind and I felt that you were ... jumping all over me, but you know? It's okay. We'll get past it." I said and then sat back in my chair that I was sitting in.

"We always do."

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