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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:31 am
What if... what if Boyan kisses it better and... and....! gonk
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:38 am
No, Tsubame thinks it's two strikes and he's out. stare
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:40 am
Boyan thought it was three...?
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:43 am
Since when were they playing baseball? stare
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 5:46 am
Boyan sighs, dejectedly detaching himself from Tsubame.
But-- he thought-- but--
But the evening and...
With a another sigh, he pulls the robe back over his shoulders and reties his belt. If... If Tsubame reconsiders, Boyan will just be, um... on the couch...?
Slowly, tentatively, as if waiting for Tsubame to call him back, to tell him that everything was okay... Boyan takes a step toward the bedroom door. Then another. And another, and another, and a--STUMBLE.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:09 am
And there was strike three, anyway.
Tsubame shut the bedroom door behind Boyan, and set about searching the bed for any lingering squeeks. Duckies were okay with moderation, but it was somewhat precarious to have them where they could be stepped on.
Or fell on, which was more likely the case.
She should probably remake the entire bed, shouldn't she? Those things had been turning up everywhere.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:18 am
With stepped-on duckie in hand, Boyan retreats to the living room, pausing briefly to sneak a piece of "For the space-danish" candy that the girls had been leaving for that schoolteacher on the other side... Renka, was it?
And he takes his place on the couch, stretching out and turning the duckie over and over in his hands.
Well, duck. It's just him and Boyan, now.
What's that? It's got a headache?
Boyan's sorry for stepping on him-- here. He'll just kiss it better and...
.................Sigh.
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