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*is about as close to squeeing as he can get... which is pretty damn close, I have to say*
He did it. The Metatron, he... he made Elphie so water won't burn her, and...
*gleeJOY!* I can't believe it... That was... the best Christmas wish-come-true ever. EVER.
*quiet, suspiciously squee-like noise* -
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SHE'S ALIVE!
Tibbett, I will never be able to thank you enough for talking to Nemesis. And Nemesis... Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Everyone... Elphie's better. And... better than that... She's ALIVE. My age. And alive. And...
My dearest darling Fabala is ALIVE! *is in fits of glee, pretty much* -
"turn around and listen to that boy's song..."
Oh, god... Fabala... please get well. Please.
I can't live without you. I can't. If you d-... if you don't... then... I just... I can't...
I love you... -
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*has been running around the Mansion with a camcorder for the past two days, as an eight-year-old. With blue hair. Blame Eris.*
*has NOT been back to Kiamo Ko*
*has also not run into Elphie in the Mansion*
*so yes, this is to explain his lack of being at home* -
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THANK GOD! IT'S OVER!
(Now I'm off to kill Roger. Or not. Maybe hug him because it's OVER.)
*rejoices and enjoys the feeling of wearing BOYS' CLOTHES* -
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*is in complete drag - fishnet stockings (and shaved legs!), heels, a miniskirt and top (with a bra-thing that gives him small boobs), wig, make-up, and fake nails.*
Roger... I hate you. I am going to kill you, you bastard.
Only not, because, y'know. You're my best friend. But I still hate you for this. -
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*winces* Um... don't mind the five nasty scratches on my chest. Really. It just proves that I shouldn't listen to my sense of "you need to do something!" when a demon's involved.
I'm fine. Well, except for the whole memory issue. But my head doesn't hurt as bad.
*hisses with pain as he moves* Owowow...
Typsit: I WILL BE GONE UNTIL MONDAY ( Read more... )
