Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson (
mouthy_merc) wrote2007-11-04 12:50 pm
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29 CHimera Court, Sunday Morning
Well...
He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.
And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.
Interesting.
He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.
"Mmm, waffly goodness."
[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]
He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.
And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.
Interesting.
He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.
"Mmm, waffly goodness."
[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]
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She took a hesitant sip from the glass with the floaty balls in it. "Sorry for, uh." She gestured vaguely in a way that hopefully encompassed 'passing out in your home and puking in the very convenient bucket.'
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"It's okay, everyone has to learn sometime," he chuckled. "I know that stuff doens't taste very good, but does really help."
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Rikku shook her head, not sure why she'd said all of that. "Sorry. Long month. Something just snapped, I guess."
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Rikku considered. "I just ... wish I knew how to make it stop. I used to be able to get through things without feeling them, and then someone ... taught me to feel it, instead, because it's healthier and all that, which is great, right up until the point that he leaves."
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Arashi sat back. "I know it's hard to loose people. I've lost quite a bit on my life as well. Nothing will make it any easier, but eventually you learn better ways of coping than alcohol."
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