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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:41 am
astrazilla Text to Bashmet: You've gone from a little bit unsettling to just full blown ******** creepy. Not ******** OK. astrazilla Text to Bashmet: Find a new watch partner, a*****e.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:43 am
Warning LabelsThe shower had not made her feel better about Lawrence's accusation of ******** hiding. On the way back, drying her still slightly damp hair, she took a detour to grab some office supplies. Passing by room 110, she slapped a sticky note on the door. Entering Taym's room, not bothering to knock for once, she asked absently as she continued with her hair, "He still goin' on?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:50 am
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"He's being a ******** creepy b*****d," Taym snapped, his phone abandoned to a corner of his desk, occupied as he nearly always with a book--work-related, this time.
(Later on he would maybe be faintly grateful that Kostya had provided him a distraction from the fact that America was drying her hair two feet from where he was sitting.)
"If he thinks he's funny he's wrong."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:00 am
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Leaving the towel draped over her head, America sat cross-legged on the bed and turned her phone back on. At the spreadsheet she just smirked and rolled her eyes, "I don't think he's going to be able to get far with this one, he's working with the understanding of sex as a set of holes with personalities not..." she trailed off as she read the following messages.
"You know..." America began slowly, "...when you criticize him, he'll actually like, take it seriously? And if you're right, he'll try to fix it?" She looked up at Taym from under her makeshift hood with a worried expression.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:03 am
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"When did I ******** criticize him?!" he demanded, apparently not considering the word "hypocrite" a critique. "And what could I have possibly said that would make him think propositioning me in jest would be a good solution and I swear to god, America, if you think it wasn't a jest you should just keep it to your ******** self."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:03 am
astrazilla Text to: Konstantinoh honey sex isnt science its about finding joy and things that make you feel good about yourself and sometimes other people as well Quote: Text to: Konstantinif you really want to try ill borrow dwights laptop and you can try watching some of the porn i noticed a variety and well start from there ok
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:09 am
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"You called him a hypocrite," she answered, voice firm but oddly gentle, "and since he's not about to stop his little project so easily, he's thinking about correcting himself to not go about being one." She began typing out a careful response to the request as she spoke.
"Don't make this about you when it's obviously nothing of the sort." She glanced down at her phone with a worried expression, like Konstantin was about to run out and have traumatic, regretful sex at any moment.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:33 am
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"Oh, for ******** sake," he said with total exasperation, shoving the book to the side and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "You cannot be serious. He's a ******** adult and sure he's ******** up in the head, that's pretty ********' clear, but give me a goddamned break. If that is his irrational, ******** weird reaction to being called a hypocrite, I don't think I can be held to any kind of responsibility here. Allow me to preserve my idea that he was making a bad joke."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:41 am
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"Could you at least not hold his confusion on the subject against him?" America pulled off the towel with a huff, and looked ready to throw it at him before exercising the restraint and maturity required to neatly fold it up and set it on the floor instead. Reaching into her backpack, she brought out a large paddle brush and set to work. "He asked you and me like that for one reason alone: because he trusts us. Don't act like a s**t just because somebody trusts you with something they are terrified of."
Huffing and scowling down at a small knot that had formed, she continued, "Don't worry yourself about it, I'll handle Kon's sudden crisis and you can sit secure in the terrible joke. Ha ha."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:48 am
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He rolled his eyes, yanking the book back into his lap with a childish, vicious movement of his arm.
"How you gonna handle it? You gonna go ******** him?"
Creepy ********. Made his skin crawl sometimes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:58 am
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"Of course not," she snapped, refusing to even look at him. "That's the worst solution. I'm not ******** stupid, Obadiah. Jesus wept. I'm gonna have him look at porn and ask him a lot of questions, and he can math the hell out of it. Chances are there'll be nothing he's interested in, and then by the power of my awesome ******** logic," aggressive one-handed spirit fingers, "...he'll get to understanding that a person not interested in sex isn't gonna have the same needs or perspectives as someone who enjoys it. Forcing the issue on himself would just cause him to not be properly objective anymore."
Angrily, she flipped her head down, hair obscuring it in a curtain, and continued to brush while muttering about the stupidity of men and how she was more than walking v****a thank you.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:14 am
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A long pause.
"Go to sleep," he demanded sullenly, opting not to point out that if he thought of her that way he'd have already tried to sleep with her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:15 am
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She blatantly took her time with brushing and then braiding her hair, expression set and sullen.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:16 am
Warning Labels - Morning After
He attempted to stir from his stiff-necked sleep without waking her, but caught her bleary look. It was some ungodly hour in the AM, long before his alarm was set, and he mutely deposited the blanket onto the bed next to her, not even sparing her an apologetic face. He'd slept in his clothes, in his boots even--he often did--and disappeared after shockingly little in the way of waking up.
The door opened, and closed, and then, after a few seconds, opened again.
He crossed the dark room on silent feet, and with something very akin to affection--with light hands as he stooped over her--he brushed her hair away from her forehead.
And then, ungently and with a completely unimpressed face, he adhered a sticky note to it with his thumb.
"Mature," he said conversationally, and left again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:24 am
Warning Labels - Morning After She offered a slurred string of words that amounted to nonsense, and then flopped away onto her side. Moments later she shot up and peeled the note off her forehead. Still half asleep she glared at it and then clumsily found a pen to add a small note to it before sticking it on to Taym's chair and going back to sleep. Quote: BEWARE OF
a*****e CREEP
who i dont intend to go easy on at all
deal with it
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