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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:47 pm
Otto kept leaning. And leaning. And leaning. His eye lids felt heavy, his body felt warm. Otto mumbled something that sounded like "too far away", before leaning his entire weight on Bix.
Yup. He was out.
All that beer and excitement had conked the small teen out.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:59 pm
Bix caught the weight of Otto and sagged. He hoisted the smaller hunter up like a little kid in his arms. Ah the practice of being an older brother. He seemed to move on automatic, not talking and not yet passed out. He leaned behind one of the couches and stuffed to the side was a stash of pillows and blankets. Once more, like a heavy lidded zombie, he put one under Otto's head and threw the blanket over him.
"s'Got a cold.." He muttered out loud.
Bix finally just sat at the far end of Molly's couch. He didn't even lay. No snuggling or 'accidentally' falling on her. He just sat down and groaned happily in response to the squishy cushions.
"Just sitting down.. for a minute.." The albino sunk into the couch, lifting her feet and putting them on his lap so he didn't sit on them.
"Sorry.. Molly.."Bix yawned again, head rolling to the side sleepily. "Didn't wanna make you m.." He was asleep. No blanket and sitting upright. Just asleep.
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