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youkeepmakingtea replied to your post
Why.
Hale inhaled sharply, sitting upright and taking in his surroundings. He either had a really bad dream or he fucked up. He was praying it was the former, but there was a sinking feeling in his gut that it was the later. The first thing his hands are doing are running across his chest. There was clearly a wound there, a fatal one, before now but all he can feel is a thick scar under his tank. It hurts to take off, but when he's tossed it to the side, he's got a clear look at it. His brows furrowed. Then the memories rushed in.
Kenzi, crying. Begging. Him, dying.
"Shit."
"Shit is right, brother. But a thank you would be a nicer start."
Hale glanced up at his sister, Val. She rolled her eyes.
"We found a way to keep you alive, not that you'd be thankful. Not right away, anyway. I bet that right at this very moment, all you can think about is that human girl you've been infatuated with."
To deny it would be pointless.
"Thought so. You'll see her soon enough, I suppose. For now, Father wishes to see you. He's been waiting for you to wake up."
She stood from the chair in the far corner of what he'd come to recognize as his bedroom at the Zamora Manor and turned to leave, pausing at the door.
"And you know how he feels about waiting."
johnxmitchell replied to your post:[working out some … things. obviously i need to do...
they used a series of surgeries to bring him back together by nick fury
i'M CRYING
dontyouknowbetter replied to your post:[working out some … things. obviously i need to do...
magic /tosses glitter
lmfao well yeah !
[working out some ... things. obviously i need to do that... sighs]
Well I’m glad you’re in no position to give me one of those.
Right now. You just wait, Siren.
[chuckles] You'll forget. Trust me.
Whoa whoa, don’t be so hasty. [Pulls her closer to resume kissing her neck] I was just saying.
You mentioned Lauren. More specifically, Lauren and Dyson banging. You should have seen that reaction coming. [Mutters] Or at least a swift kick to the balls…
Well I'm glad you're in no position to give me one of those.
Why don’t her, Lauren, and Dys just work out some sort of threeway arrangement? Dyson doesn’t realize how lucky he could be getting right now. Lauren is not his enemy.
[Her face twists in disgust] Wow, are you, like, trying to kill the mood because you’re doing a super great job right now.
Whoa whoa, don't be so hasty. [Pulls her closer to resume kissing her neck] I was just saying.
[shakes his head, laughing quietly] For what? You’re not going to wear any of this. You might as well rent a storage unit for all the good two dressers would do you. [Kisses her neck absentmindedly] But whatever makes you feel better…
I won’t wear much of anything if we keep up like this. [Leans back and into him, resting her head against his and shutting her eyes] I’m getting laid and Bo isn’t. Hell’s totally gonna freeze over.
Why don't her, Lauren, and Dys just work out some sort of threeway arrangement? Dyson doesn't realize how lucky he could be getting right now. Lauren is not his enemy.
Hey! I thought you liked my hats. I specifically recall you wearing one the other night while we—[shakes his head]. Don’t turn this around on me. I’m not saying give them away. Just… Sell what you don’t wear.
I’ll admit, some of them I like. But when you pair it up with those sweater-vests it just throws off the whole look. [She gives him a quick look over] Out of the question. I’ll just… acquire more space. I mean, this is a big room. It could hold another dresser. Or two.
[shakes his head, laughing quietly] For what? You're not going to wear any of this. You might as well rent a storage unit for all the good two dressers would do you. [Kisses her neck absentmindedly] But whatever makes you feel better...
[slides an arm around her waist] Maybe you should hold off on any future shopping sprees. And just go through this stuff. Maybe have a yard sale… [Looks around doubtfully] Or three.
[Gasps] What are you saying? That I should… g-give some of my clothes away? [Pulls a handful of clothing into her lap] I couldn’t do that. They’re a part of me. Like extensions of my own body! I wouldn’t ask you to toss any of your douche-hats despite the fact that it would only improve your look.
Hey! I thought you liked my hats. I specifically recall you wearing one the other night while we--[shakes his head]. Don't turn this around on me. I'm not saying give them away. Just... Sell what you don't wear.
Jeez woman, how do you live?? How do you have so much? Do you just wear an outfit and toss it, never to be seen again??
I recycle a lot of looks actually. I just… have… impulse control issues. [Sighs, tossing the pair of panties behind her and climbing into his lap]
[slides an arm around her waist] Maybe you should hold off on any future shopping sprees. And just go through this stuff. Maybe have a yard sale... [Looks around doubtfully] Or three.
I don’t think I’ll be forgetting anytime soon. Trust me. Why does it feel like we’re never going to get this mess cleaned up?
Because we probably won’t. I’ve got more in the closet. More in the bathroom and — [glances around] in the laundry basket… under the bed.
Jeez woman, how do you live?? How do you have so much? Do you just wear an outfit and toss it, never to be seen again??