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[pilot_princess]

Shinji, I've got a question!

Hmph. Sorata doesn't know what he's talking about. It's really freaking stupid anyway... not my fault... too much stupid salt!


I was wondering if I could have my job back now?

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fffff

[church-man.livejournal.com]

Don't start that. Just... put it away. You shouldn't have to get like this over that stupid thing.

[And he slumps right down next to Shinji.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[He jammed the comm int his pocket with a deep sigh. He hadn't wanted to think about this-- any of this-- but he couldn't look anywhere without reminders today. The network. The place he lived. But he relaxed some when Wolfwood sat down.]

Just a bad day..

let's have some gay as long as we're spamming up someone else's journal, wut

[church-man.livejournal.com]

[He reached out a hand, brushing a bit of Shinji's hair from his face and tentatively caressing his cheek.]

Anything I can do to help?

she won't mind 8)

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[That touch drew the poisonous anger out of him. He could bury the rest, the uneasy images, if he didn't have to -think.- He leaned into the caress.]

Yeah.. if I could just get my mind off this stuff.

I'm sure she won't. 8|

[church-man.livejournal.com]

[He took that as a sign that he cold keep going, slipping that arm behind his shoulders and softly kissing the skin where his hand had been a moment before.]

Well, let's think about something else.

stalkers love stalking

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[His mood shifted--tilted, even, and that got a soft laugh out of him. Strange how it worked. He turned his head and brushed lips with Wolfwood, murmuring before he kissed them.]

Screw thinking..