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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:39 pm
stare
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*Grabs up his pillow and promptly flops on top of Jamie, dead weighting himself so as to drag them both to the floor, pillow shoved down atop James' head*
Oh, Merlin no. ...Can't...stop.....acting....like your....d**k... Jamie...No...muscles....just....limp noodle....syndrome...
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:44 pm
*Wrestles around with his brother on the floor* Oh Doctor Chocolate c**k, I need a transfusion of semen directly to my needy butt!
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:47 pm
*Bites Jamie to get the upper hand, squealing*
No! No! We need suction first! The love injection won't do anything without the syndrome being dealt with first! Hurry, we need a werewolf with an attraction to stupid scene boys!
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:55 pm
*Pauses in the doorway, smiling a bit*
Heard there was an uke boy infestation in this room. Looks like I came just in time.
*Looks better than he had a few hours before, though the exhaustion was just beneath the surface, still balancing precariously on the edge*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:59 pm
*Partially shoves past Clay* Oh my god, Jamie, Shannon might go to Azkaban and Rowle killed the girl and Clay got her blood all over him and gonk gonk gonk
Hi Albus. *Says in a soft squeak of a whisper beneath his hysterics*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:07 pm
j**z. Calm down, mate..
*Grabs up a chair and sits down in it*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:13 pm
So, wait a second, what's going on here? *Appears startled as he draws himself into a sitting position with his back to the legs of the chair, Albus perched awkwardly on his lap*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:16 pm
*Rubs at his temple before reaching over to make j**z sit on the bed*
Alright, just... bear with me, babe.
We decided to go to the amusement park and..*Tries to keep himself together and calm while he retells the story.*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:20 pm
I can't....*Glances away, pushing his messy hair back from his eyes*
I keep smelling her blood and seeing her eyes, and they've got ********' Shan... I just...
What the ******** can I do to fix this?
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:24 pm
*Frowns, glancing between the boys before speaking up*
We could ask Dad for help... I mean, for getting Shannon out of having to go to Azkaban.. Doesn't all that have to be approved by Mad-Eye? I bet he could talk to him..
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:26 pm
Scoot, Al. *Shifts his brother free from his lap and drags himself to his feet, moving over to embrace Clay, drawing the other boy's head against his stomach* Oy. Clay. Shh.
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