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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 5:56:40 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 5:56:40 GMT -5
Tybalt looked away, staring hatefully at the wall as though if he stared unblinkingly for long enough, a door would open and swallow him up into blackness.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 5:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 5:57:49 GMT -5
"...and that's why you and what's his face-"
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 5:58:51 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 5:58:51 GMT -5
"Yes," said Tybalt emphatically, full of self-loathing and taking a little bit of it out on Herbert, "because we're sodomites, are you happy?"
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 5:59:59 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 5:59:59 GMT -5
Herbert's eyes narrowed, and this time not just in a farsighted squint.
"No," he spat. "Because you snapped at me."
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:00:34 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:00:34 GMT -5
"Grah!"
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:01:55 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 6:01:55 GMT -5
Herbert pulled away.
"I can't believe I let you touch me-"
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:03:25 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:03:25 GMT -5
Tybalt crushed the hand that had touched Herbert in the other unthinkingly, and then flinched and released himself.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:05:52 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 6:05:52 GMT -5
Herbert looked extremely offput.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:09:02 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:09:02 GMT -5
He held onto his hand tightly, though not as tightly as before, and stared straight ahead, dead-eyed.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 6:10:02 GMT -5
Herbert slowly looked back at him.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:11:21 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:11:21 GMT -5
Tybalt stood and quickly left the room without looking back, without even checking to be sure the door shut properly (it didn't). His own door, however, was heard to slam.
And thirty seconds after came the very clear sound of someone collapsing to the floor in spasms.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:17:27 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 6:17:27 GMT -5
Herbert sat up like he'd just awoken from a nightmare, eyes wide with shock.
"Tybalt-"
He stumbled up from the bed and ran disjointedly toward Tybalt's room, still rather weak from the time of day, and forced the door open.
That was when he realized that he didn't have any rope.
With an angry sigh, Herbert untied the sash around his waist and knelt beside Tybalt's writhing form.
"Someone's lucky I remember how my father deals with mine..."
He grabbed Tybalt by the wrists and started binding them together; when Tybalt moved too much, he straddled him instead.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:19:58 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:19:58 GMT -5
The seizure only lasted about thirty seconds longer, and Tybalt jerked away from Herbert violently, trying to groggily regain his bearings.
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:21:04 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Feb 16, 2011 6:21:04 GMT -5
"Stop moving-"
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*flop*
Feb 16, 2011 6:21:46 GMT -5
Post by Tybalt on Feb 16, 2011 6:21:46 GMT -5
"Get off of me, what are you doing -"
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