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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 1:32 pm
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 1:37 pm
Thorne againshibrogane i'll do the same for her.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:14 pm
1500(now actually 1:32am the following morning) shibrogane saw. shifted. she's hurt and angry. thorne is in bad shape. Quote: i want to shred something. Quote: nightmares + claws = good bye bed
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:20 pm
1500(now 1600 the literal next day) Chrystali hes my hospital buddy we r buddies id supr hi5 him but i cnt move my rms. there is a very oddly angled selfie involving the top of aleksy's head. Quote: no ******** were wolf tureens wevr thse r
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:33 pm
1500attached: a picture of Thorne in bed, his eyes closed, taken from Lucas' position on said bed. Quote: none taken. u need anything? i assume you're around here somewhere.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:40 pm
1500Aleksy gives real thought to throwing something at the divider between himself and Thorne's halves of the room. In the end it's probably not worth the effort.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:44 pm
1500There's a shifting noise. It's probably the werewolf adjusting his position on the bed. Quote: i gotta feed Millie every day so. if that changes. Another sound like a soft whuffle. Quote: apparently u can just say so. A snort follows.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:48 pm
1500"Have seen too many ******** claws," mumbles Aleksy to himself, half in Russian. He gives up on the phone (typing hurts) and drops it. "I know you are doing a sit on other side of curtain," says Aleksy loudly.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:52 pm
1500There's a surprising lack of sound on the werewolf's approach, save for the shuffling of fabric. "Don't scream," he growls softly from the other side of the curtain, his voice tired and raw. Lucas extends his prosthetic hand, the claws hooking the curtain visibly from Aleksy's side, and slowly pulls it aside. Sullen red eyes stare out from the depths of a black hooded jacket, his ears partially obscured and his tail mostly hidden in the long folds. "He's my boyfriend," the werewolf says simply. "I'll be doing a lot of sitting."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 9:57 pm
1500Aleksy looks at Lucas, then makes a face. "Is much better," he says. "Like Eve. You are balance. More balance." He tips his head sideways, as much as he can without pulling on torn muscles. "You are alright? You look s**t."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 10:10 pm
1500"You're one to talk," he replies gruffly, lips pressing tight. Moving next to Aleksy's bed, he glances at the machinery - seeming to be able to read the information and whats on the IV - before turning his red gaze back to the other. Lucas snorts again, shrugging. "Better than you two. I'll have scars but I'm not bed bound." A pause. "You gonna be okay?"
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 6:47 pm
1500"Better than," says Aleksy brightly. "No more chest! Too late, can't be saved, <******** you very much medical establishment. Am going to have to cover with tattoo." He frowned about that.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 1:04 pm
1500It took a moment, but the realization of the 'boobs' comment visually connected on Lucas' face. His brows lift and furrow, clearly trying to push around in his head that what he wasn't supposed to acknowledge was now being spoken of out loud. "Not if you -- take T," he offers after a moment of indecision. "You might grow hair. The scars could be good for a war story. Might attract you some fellas." Jesus, was Lucas really trying to be supportive? Clearly, he was more hurt than he thought. "It worked for the soldiers I served with." His shoulders lift in a small shrug.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 10:31 pm
1500Aleksy frowns. "I take testosterone," he says. "It grow in patchy. I shave." He grumbles something to himself in Russian along the lines of not lots of fellas I want, but it's really quiet and also, in Russian. "I have boyfriend," he points out instead. "Finnsha."
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