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[dickpunchingarsonist]

Booze....check. People....check. Food....CHIZU-NEE DID YOU MAKE THE FOOD?!

Comments

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Fuck you, get me something to wear!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Wear? What??

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I'm staying the night and the leather is too hot for sleeping in. I can just borrow one of Ticky's shirts if you don't have anything to lend.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Hold on . . .

[going to dig through his stuff]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*mutter mutter*

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

What?

[throws a pair of loose black pants at Mika]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

So basically all I have to do is mention Ticky and I can get whatever I want out of you? *ker changing*

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

That didn't have anything to do with it!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

So serious.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[flopping onto his bed] 'm not serious . . .

Hey angel, you think I'm crazy?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Nah, I'm crazy, you're just full of issues.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[throwing a pillow at] I am not! What issues!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*catches it and throws it back at* Would you prefer I call you crazy?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[pillow toss!] No, but I wanna know!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*rolls his eyes and walks over smacking with the pillow* You're not crazy.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[trying to grab for Mika's arm] I dunno lately!

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*grabbed* What makes you say that?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[tugging Mika onto the bed next to him] Lots of shit. Uh, it's . . . we talked about . . . how it's normal to want stuff, right?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*laying down, getting comfortable* What about it?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

It's just, even if you're right and that's totally normal and I shouldn't get all freaked out over it . . . it's fucking me over too.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

You stress out too fucking much. Relax, sheesh. No one is gonna tie you to the stake for wanting shit. Everyone wants things, especially things they shouldn't.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[sighs and drapes his arms over his face] Relax, relax . . . yeah, maybe . . . but it just keeps getting worse . . .

[dickpunchingarsonist]

What's the worst that can happen?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Get killed because I can't do shit without Jasdero. Make Jasdero cry again. Lose . . . lose what I--lose stuff and end up a pathetic whiny fucker because I let myself get weak and used to shit I knew wouldn't last. The Earl could show up, that one would be fun, huh?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*snorts and tucks his face into Devit's neck* Just don't make foolish choices and mistakes and you can go on wanting things and having things without problems.