Damage control

Jun 18, 2006 02:40

After laying low outside of Trans for a while, El, Sands and Murdoc return and just do their damnedest to stay out from under Elise's radar. This plan is working out ok, aside from the fact it isn't much of a "plan" at all ( Read more... )

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murdoc_is_god June 18 2006, 06:58:50 UTC
"It's your ass that gets the shot of sodium perenthol first. If you want to risk your hide to put your little boyfriend at ease it's no skin off my teeth."

What? Sands shakes his head and goes back to his book, trying to read past the head ache. Words are stupid.

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shooting_blind June 18 2006, 07:07:23 UTC
"Oh, fucking Christ, we could have him meet us somewhere. It would just be a few minutes. I really, fucking doubt the CIA is looking for you in bum-fuck-Pennsylvania at all hours. And I should fuckin' hope ya don't have them looking for my ass, just yet..which means you're safe there."
His lips are thin and tight in a petulant little sneer as he drags on his cigarette. Something about 'your little boyfriend' has a way of sending a wild hair up his ass.

"We could just make a post in my journal or IM him or something. Let him know to meet us somewhere private, right?"

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murdoc_is_god June 18 2006, 07:14:59 UTC
After reading the same sentence 10 times without understand it he throws the book against the wall in a fit.
"Fine!"

He goes to the computer and logs on. It occurs to him that if he can't read a book he might as well get some information.
"Hey." Spinning around in the chair, he faces ..himself.

"If he's this delicate do you really want to show up looking like you do? Not that it wouldn't be thrilling to have my James Bond ass on his boyfriend but it might send him over the edge."

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shooting_blind June 18 2006, 07:26:58 UTC
He hears the book hit the wall and can't help but grin a little. It is a little troubling to learn it's something wrong with his brain, though.

Muds does his best to not look self-satisfied in Sands' suffering when he hears him turn (presumably, towards him).

"I.. shit... You might be right. You couldn't imitate me well enough for Stu, though. Not for very fucking long. It'd have t'be real damn quick. And if you fuck things with him up for me? I will ruin this body before you get it back."

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