[It's kind of? Your fault Beau? You wound him up and then shot him directly at that boy? He wears very tight leather pants, of course he is a man eater.]
Maybe it was too fast-- I don't know. It was like you said, he makes me [why does he look so mad when he says this:] happy.
[ good she'll take full credit for unleashing lio's dragon on galo ]
Don't look so pissed off. [ she says, nudging him. ] I don't think it was too fast, for what it's worth. Life's short, Boss. Especially here. You deserve to get something good like that.
... Seriously, though. [ after getting over her initial squirming. there's a flash of a memory, just something very brief - beau, sitting in the middle of a room, grabbing for a scruffy ginger-haired man in a bulky coat and pulling him into a hug, beau grumbling you don't have to thank me for my time like I'm a social worker or something--
and then, after a second: ] You're a good friend too, Lio.
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madburnout) wrote2020-02-21 06:57 pm
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You fucker, you said you'd tell me! [ she's teasing though. ] You know I'm nosy, come on.
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I told you already. We spoke.
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[WOW JESUS CHRIST]
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Okay, now you actually have to tell me or I'm gonna assume you two slept together, dude.
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Ah-- was I not clear?
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No! You - oh my gods. [ she has no idea what to do with this information but she's living for it. ] Well, now you're clear. Nice.
Really, though - I'm glad to hear it. You guys are cute.
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Maybe it was too fast-- I don't know. It was like you said, he makes me [why does he look so mad when he says this:] happy.
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Don't look so pissed off. [ she says, nudging him. ] I don't think it was too fast, for what it's worth. Life's short, Boss. Especially here. You deserve to get something good like that.
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He [Hm. Deciding how much to dish.] -- he does not seem to have much experience in this, despite rushing in head first.
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So you are saying the only solution is more practice?
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[He's silent for like. Way too long, arms crossed and trying to figure out how to phrase something.]
. . . Thank you.
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What? [ maybe she's not expecting it, but, quickly: ] I mean. You're welcome. Can... I ask what you're thanking me for?
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[Wow! Dere . . . ]
1/2
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I - oh, you know. [ she says after a second, waving her hand. spluttering! ] It's - yeah. Yeah! Of course. Totally.
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Totally.
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... Seriously, though. [ after getting over her initial squirming. there's a flash of a memory, just something very brief - beau, sitting in the middle of a room, grabbing for a scruffy ginger-haired man in a bulky coat and pulling him into a hug, beau grumbling you don't have to thank me for my time like I'm a social worker or something--
and then, after a second: ] You're a good friend too, Lio.