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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:22 pm
"Nah... There's other stuff," Sid said, making more effort to sound reassuring. "Like the theatre."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:23 pm
"Th'theater... feckin' theater I don' e'en know if it's really gonna happen?" He grunted, "E'en if it did, so wha'? Y't'ink people'll really come?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:27 pm
Sid snickered. "There's not much else to do, is there?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:40 pm
"So y'got ideas fer shows? Y'know... if y'coul' jes' somewha' remember a movie an' jes' rewrite it o' somet'in, I'm sure no one woul' care."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:42 pm
Sid nodded. "Or parody one... Or reinact TV episodes... I dunno. I'll think of something. Kinda discouraging without an outlet though."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:50 pm
"Outlet? Wha' sor' o' outlet?" The octopus shifted, the spines along his back flairing and flattening as he used his limbs to push himself into an almost sitting position leaning against the side of the tub.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:17 pm
"I mean I'm still waiting on the typewriter... Sent it off to someone to be fixed. Until then..." He flexed his fingers. "It's kinda hard to write."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:29 pm
"I'd offer t'try, bu' m'no good wit' letters n' words," Billy sighed, shiftinguncomfortably on the tile. "Y'got anymore o' tha' weed, then?" He debated crawling back into the bathtub, but he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do. He liekd at least pretending he was normal and dry.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:31 pm
"A bit," Sid said, as if divulging exactly how much he had mattered all that much.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:38 pm
Billy glanced up expectantly, brows raised, "We shoul' get so bloody fecked we cannae' remember why we're e'en here."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:39 pm
Sid took a moment to ponder the possible drawbacks. "I'll get the stuff."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:11 pm
"Yer a life saver, Brother, y'really are, me man." He sighed, head laying back against the tub edge.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:16 pm
"It's nothing, really." Sid stepped back into the other room long enough to retrieve a few other joints he'd rolled. They were sloppily done, as the inspiration hit when he was still getting used to the new fingers, but they would suffice.
Having company made it seem like so much less of a problem, which was a wonderful thing.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:57 pm
"Good. Cause M'hurtin' an' needin' some medicine," Billy chuckled, and fidgeted, "Hey, I promise I'll go when e'er yer ready t'kick me out." It was nice not being alone.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:00 pm
"Dude," Sid said as he went through the arduous task of lighting up. "If all goes well it'll be too surreal to even move."
He handed the first sloppy joint over to Billy and has a little less difficulty getting the second going.
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