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lovemykilt) wrote2009-01-31 10:10 am
lovemykilt) wrote2009-01-31 10:10 am
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Room 211, Saturday morning
Priestly woke up and promptly wished he hadn't. He had a hell of a headache. He pulled his covers over his head and tried to go back to sleep.
And sat up abruptly. The hell had he and Edward done last night?
Okay, so they kissed some people. Could be worse. He lay back down.
And sat back up. Oh holy crap, he'd kissed his big sib. But at least there'd been no tongue. Unlike Edward, who'd slipped his to, like, every girl in the school.
Priestly fell back down on his bed with a groan. He was a bad, bad friend.
But at least he'd finally kissed Claudia.
[ooc: Establishy, unless you're really down with the SP. Going AFK in an hour for an undetermined length of time, and then working 4-midnight tonight.]
And sat up abruptly. The hell had he and Edward done last night?
Okay, so they kissed some people. Could be worse. He lay back down.
And sat back up. Oh holy crap, he'd kissed his big sib. But at least there'd been no tongue. Unlike Edward, who'd slipped his to, like, every girl in the school.
Priestly fell back down on his bed with a groan. He was a bad, bad friend.
But at least he'd finally kissed Claudia.
[ooc: Establishy, unless you're really down with the SP. Going AFK in an hour for an undetermined length of time, and then working 4-midnight tonight.]
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". . . I love you, hangover fairy."
He grabbed them and went to huddle back under his blankets.