[008] sorry I crashed through your window on acid

[notafuckingnut]

Sooo.  What the fuck was that?  Stuck in a Disney movie?  What's with that, that's like...somebody's idea of a joke or something.  It has to be.  Or one of the circles of hell.  How can you land somewhere and it just....takes over everything, that doesn't make any fucking sense.

...And now I have all these weird-ass thoughts and shit and MAKE THEM GO AWAY holy fucking shit.

Also THANK YOU ASSHOLE for removing the censors; growling doesn't quite work the same way.

I fucking swear I'm staying below deck next time.

...And I can't find my glasses.  If anybody took them or found them somewhere, I really need them back.

[PRIVATE to Lua]

I swear I wasn't actually gonna eat you. [...probably.]   ...Even though I said I was.  I didn't mean it, you didn't have to take off like that the minute my back was turned.  [He might still be a little offended about that.]

[PRIVATE to Claire]

...Violet?  Really?

[Pause pause pause]

...And I guess I should probably apologize for kidnapping you.  [Probably.  Although he's not sure WHY he should.]

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Hiiiiiii! I'm here! Got the foamy goodness with me!

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[He crosses over to the door and opens it just enough for him to peek out, then, when he determines that it is in fact her, he opens it the rest of the way to let her in.]

Hi. Well that was quick.

[Craning around to look at the beer.]

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

I get around fast. [She stepped in, looked him in the eye, and takes a big slurp of beerfoam so that he can see it's neither poisonous nor sucky.]

[She holds it out to him.]

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the...teleporting thing.

[He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he's not about to argue at the moment because BEER. He watches her intently for a few moments to make sure she's not going to fall over or puke or bleed from random orifices or anything (as well as general checking her out for less "concerned" purposes but there would be something seriously wrong with him if he didn't), then accepts the glass.]

Thanks; last time I got a beer my warden tried to blackmail me with it.

[A pause, then a skeptical look.]

...You're not gonna do the same thing, are you? 'Cause if you are I'm not saying shit.

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

It's not my job to do wardeny things with you, and I don't want to blackmail you. You don't have anything I want, you're just kinda interesting. And the beer request was simple enough.

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Well...good.

[With all the tact of a charging rhino...]

So...what's with the cue ball look? You a cancer patient or something?

[A good-sized gulp of the beer follows while he waits for an answer.]

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Know how I told you our London got flooded? Well...three of us shaved our heads in mourning of it. Once we get everything fixed again I'll probably grow my hair out.

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Well why'd you do that? And does that mean you're just gonna keep shaving it? 'Cause I doubt you're gonna fix it from here.

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Actually I can help them from here. My deal is to help fix and protect England. My Inmate and I will not only do good with him, we're going to save a whole country.

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

...Your inmate's gonna help too?

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[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

[she bounces a little, hands behind back.] There's no getting a Deal without one's inmate's cooperation. I'd be selfish not to give him credit for saving my country too.