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Feb 17, 2011 4:45:31 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 4:45:31 GMT -5
"...I think I will-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 4:47:16 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 4:47:16 GMT -5
"Ah, where - where exactly do you cut them? I'd think they'd want it somewhere no one's going to see..." said Tybalt faintly, trying to seem very calm.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 4:49:01 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 4:49:01 GMT -5
"Usually the neck or shoulder-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 4:50:07 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 4:50:07 GMT -5
"Nnnnng -"
Tybalt stood quickly and leaned heavily on a bedpost, seeming - so he thought, and struggled to remain - composed.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 4:51:19 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 4:51:19 GMT -5
Herbert pressed his lips together.
"I'll, er, see you when I'm done, then..."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 4:53:28 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 4:53:28 GMT -5
"Of... of course. I'll be here when you're out."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 5:06:10 GMT -5
"Good."
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:06:38 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 5:06:38 GMT -5
"In case you want to -"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:07:33 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 5:07:33 GMT -5
"Yes?"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:11:32 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 5:11:32 GMT -5
".... be, I guess, together. When you're out. Once you're dressed I mean, obviously-"
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:15:35 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 17, 2011 5:15:35 GMT -5
"...all right?"
He smiled almost painedly and then hurried off.
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*flop*
Feb 17, 2011 5:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 17, 2011 5:19:37 GMT -5
Oh God Herbert probably knew precisely where his mind had been and was horrified. Tybalt wrapped his arms around himself and stared ahead blankly. The guilt over this, in fact, was overwhelming enough that Tybalt resisted the urge to touch himself for at least five minutes, at which point he could no longer blot out the desire to do so.
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