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capeandcowllogs2009-03-12 05:01 pm
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WHO: Mello and Duo AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :|
WHERE: Mello's AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :|
WHEN: February 25, late morning.
WARNINGS: Naked people. 8U Also this opening tag is going to suck I can tell already.
SUMMARY: Awkwardness. Forever. And ever. /shoves this around even though nobody cares but us hurp
FORMAT: Your mom.
Generally Mello didn't dream, regardless of the situation, or else forgot his dreams quickly. They never seemed very important in the grand scheme of things, what he had to get done.
This morning was no exception in that respect, although warmer. He felt almost comfortable, although not happy (because really, when was he ever happy?). Closed-in.
Wait.
He turned slightly, glanced over his shoulder.
Duo was still there. Very close. Why?
Mello didn't move. He had no appropriate response. So he just waited. Duo would wake up eventually.
WHERE: Mello's AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :|
WHEN: February 25, late morning.
WARNINGS: Naked people. 8U Also this opening tag is going to suck I can tell already.
SUMMARY: Awkwardness. Forever. And ever. /shoves this around even though nobody cares but us hurp
FORMAT: Your mom.
Generally Mello didn't dream, regardless of the situation, or else forgot his dreams quickly. They never seemed very important in the grand scheme of things, what he had to get done.
This morning was no exception in that respect, although warmer. He felt almost comfortable, although not happy (because really, when was he ever happy?). Closed-in.
Wait.
He turned slightly, glanced over his shoulder.
Duo was still there. Very close. Why?
Mello didn't move. He had no appropriate response. So he just waited. Duo would wake up eventually.
yyyy~ =W=
But things were slow, and soft, and warm instead of hot- things were okay like this, and he rolled off of Mello, flopped back beside him with a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. Mello had his work to do, wanted to get up. It was enough. He would stay.