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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:35 pm
"Holy s**t!" Harrison laughed, "...if you say Marcus, I'm walking out of here. Although it would explain his fascination with your a**."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:39 pm
Rep looked utterly mortified at even the joke. "No. No way. Not a guy. Never been with a guy, wasn't lying about that." though he came to think about it, he wasn't even sure if he'd mentioned that. He assumed it was pretty obvious. "And I don't have a ******** clue what his interest in my a** is all about, its not even a good a**, it has freckles."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:49 pm
Harrison looked over at the door, which was still open.
He decided getting up to close it would be a bad idea.
"So what you're saying is, what you've got is a badass."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:53 pm
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 5:55 pm
Harrison leaned over, grinning and lowering his voice to a conspiratory whisper, "Well Marcus can keep his good asses, because as luck would have it, I got kinda a thing for badasses."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:06 pm
He couldn't maintain the stern look. He just couldn't.
But it was easy to mirror the grin and quirk a brow. "You are ******** awful. I hope you know that. Completely terrible."
He eyed the door again himself trying not to follow the train of thought that began at the current conversation and ended in the quiet dark. "And clearly your tastes are just as bad."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:23 pm
"Can't deny that. Good's no fun," Harrison said, "but lucky for me, I got the impression that your tastes happen to be completely terrible."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:31 pm
Rep looked impressed. He rather masterfully turned that one back on him and he hadn't even seen it coming. And it was undeniably true.
He lowered his voice in that not-really-a-whisper way that passed for quiet with him, looking off to one side. "Obviously my tastes run to terrible or I wouldn't be so goddamn heartbroken right now at the whole..." he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the door "thing."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:42 pm
"I wouldn't describe my feelings as heartbroken exactly," Harrison said. "Just- s**t," he sighed, "I thought we had it that time. Maybe they got a conference room nobody's using. Or a roof. The trails outside are mostly cleared out..."
There was a hopeless tenor to the list.
"...Maybe that guy was crying outta remorse."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:49 pm
"Hopefully. I'm even glad he ******** off. I was ready to just ******** assault him for ruining it."
He sighed weakly. "And yeeeaah close but cigar. I swear I'm so ******** tired of trying to find places, eventually I'm just going to be pushed so far I'm not even going to ******** care where I am." he eyed the wall where he'd pinned Harrison earlier
He crossed his arms and slumped back against the couch. "And then everyone'll be sorry they couldn't just leave us alone for a while."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:04 pm
"Almost everyone," Harrison said. The words came out rough, "but the Office is a no-go. .....Right?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:09 pm
"I'm guessing so if you don't even know how many people have the key. Though its still a better bet than anywhere else on the island right now." he heaved a sigh.
"Maybe if there was a ******** desk in the way of the door, like a barricade, I don't know."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:52 am
Harrison chuckled. "I was thinking one of the chairs against the handle. Guess that trick don't work so good with wheels. Augh," He flopped against Rep's shoulder, and watched all the lifers pass by the office door with their smug coats and smug clipboards. "I really, really want to stab something."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:08 am
"I guess that's what you could call what I want to do as well" he stated in a vaguely pained tone. When nothing at all went your way, sometimes there was nothing left to do but joke.
He was tempted to get up to close the door, irritated by hustle and bustle of the life building he could hear outside. Still shirtless, he progressed to being too irritable to care about if anyone saw him, if they didn't want to see, they shouldn't have been looking in Clarice's office in the first ******** place.
He slunk an arm around Harrison and sighed. "I'd suggest a spar. But that wouldn't end well either."
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:27 am
"Mm," Harrison grumbled. He propped his feet up on the sofa arm, crossing his ankles. "Sounds like a whole lot of zero options."
He was skipping out on his sleeping shift for this. Going back down to the barracks was a similarly bad idea. He folded his arms across his chest, and shut his eyes.
"...Wake me up when Jordan gets back."
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