Tear me open.

Michael Oliver Cobain. 19. That's all you need to know.

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Here's a news flash.

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Congratulations..  

It’s pretty awesome. that’s for sure.

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Most definitely..

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Here's a news flash.

You’re crazy too.  

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Congratulations..  

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// asdfghjkl. PEOPLE HAVE RETURNED. 

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//REALLLYY??!?!?!?!?!?!?

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// We are.. xD We're very alone. But Natalie and Holden posted...

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// asdfghjkl. PEOPLE HAVE RETURNED. 

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I'm a little teapot...

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Really?

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Really, really.

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I'm a little teapot...

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Really?! Will you sing it to me?

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[she giggles and sings the song too him quietly]

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[He grinned at her.] You are a wonderful singer.

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It’s not a big deal. Seriously

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[He nodded and crawled onto the sofa, having to kneel up so he could sit himself down with a grateful sigh.] Thanks..

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Talking’ll do.

[He rolled his eyes.] Sit down. I’ll help ya up when you need it.

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C'mon Reedie.. You've done enough for me already.. [He looked at Reed sadly and tilted his head a little.]

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And just what do you plan on doing with that mouth of yours? 

[He asked, chuckling as he shut the doors behind them, plopping on the old dusty couch]

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Right now? Probably talking.. [He chuckled and thought about sitting down but he knew that he'd need help getting back up s decided against it and stood awkwardly near the sofa.]

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Lemmy know when you can move your arms again. [He said, leaning down and pecking his lips] 

Then we’ll talk. [He gave a short nodd. walking away towards their destination]

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[He widened his eyes and raised an eyebrow before smirking to himself.] Why? My mouth works now. [He tried not to laugh, following Reed to the art room.]

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You confuse the hell putta me, man.

[He said ruefully.]

Art room, I guess. [He shrugged]

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I like sex. Just because I rarely have it, doesn't mean I don't enjoy it. [He would have shrugged if he could.]

Sir yes sir! [He grinned.]

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I'm a little teapot...

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It’s a song silly-billy! [she grins]

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Really?! Will you sing it to me?

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I'm a little teapot...

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You're an adorable little teapot.

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Fuzzy handcuffs. Sex thing.

[He nodded] yeah man, I'm lonley too...

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Oh I know.. I'm not all innocent to kinks.. Thank you, Reed.. Where are we heading?

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Roses are red...

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A fairpoint. Though I’ve gotta say- [he leane himself up against a wall, sticking his thumbs in his armpits, his legs crossed infront of him.]

Seems unfair of me….

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I’m sorry Reed, I don’t understand.. You need to explain.. [He tipped his head to the side slightly, looking at his friend.] I didn’t sleep well, so I’m not a understanding..

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I was being crude. Like, seems weird to put you in fuzzy handcuffs when you can’t move your arms…

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Oooh! I get it. Heh. You can if you want but it would be pointless to be honest because I can't move them.. As I said.. Why do you have furry handcuffs? [He tilts his head before deciding he doesn't want an answer.] Never mind. Would you like to hang out? Or put better, would you mind if I followed you around like a lost puppy whilst you go about your day? I'm a little lonely.

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Roses are red...

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A fairpoint. Though I’ve gotta say- [he leane himself up against a wall, sticking his thumbs in his armpits, his legs crossed infront of him.]

Seems unfair of me….

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I'm sorry Reed, I don't understand.. You need to explain.. [He tipped his head to the side slightly, looking at his friend.] I didn't sleep well, so I'm not a understanding..

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Roses are red...

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Want me to get the fuzzy handcuffs? 

[A great waggling of his eyebrows]

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That sounds..Adventurous.. [He chuckles and tries lifting his arms.] I don't think you'll need them..