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dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
dollpocalypse) wrote2011-09-23 08:37 am
Entry tags:
- contents of packaging: topher brink,
- external packaging: topher brink,
- fact: kenzi = worst chaperone ever,
- i answer to: peter wiggin,
- issue: i have a tattoo,
- mood: emo,
- person: ender: giver of remedies,
- person: kenzi: world's worst babysitter,
- person: peter: evil overlord,
- person: quinn: jello girl,
- place: 307
Room 307, Friday Morning
Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.
His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.
And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.
Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.
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His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.
And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.
Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.
[[Post is as open as open can be! Door is closed but unlocked.]]
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On that last name, he moaned and buried his head in his hands. "I called Irish Guy? Noooooo!"
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"I don't want to be his friend!" Topher wailed. "He talks about sex! He was looking for -- you know -- " He lowered his voice. "Adult films on the TV!"
Yeah, he wasn't going back up to the fourth floor anytime soon.
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"He didn't show me anything," Topher said, tilting his head. "We just, you know." He waved a hand awkwardly. "At Tony's wedding."
Kissed. But oops, that would probably sound like he meant sex.
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Then she poked Topher. "You vomited on me. Do you remember me telling you you were going to get hit?"
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He didn't want to get hit.
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"Okay. You're learning to duck. Since you learned that so well, we'll consider it that I hit you without hitting you." Kenzi unfolded to get to her feet, then poked him again. "Dry cleaning bill. For my clothes. You're paying it, dude."
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"'Kay," he said agreeably. That was a first.
Then he peered up at her, looking surprisingly young and innocent. "Does the tattoo look okay?"
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"Actually, dude? It looks pretty damn cool." She pointed at him. "Badass Klingon, or badass starship."
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"Huh?"
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Possibly meta forNCC-1701," Topher answered promptly.YEAH. Like he'd forget something so obviously critical to his life.
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meta forKlingon." She grinned and put his ankle back down and patted his foot. "...shower, dude. Seriously."Spray you in the face, Topher! With a squirt bottle. Just to get you up!
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No, Kenzi, that was not an invitation.
"Gonna sleep more," he decided.
Yes, Topher, do that. Dave was sure to love it
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Not that he'd do it for her. But hey, Topher didn't know that. Kenzi headed for the door and called over her shoulder, "Check your voicemail!"
She was caring like that.
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Whatever. He was baffled.
"I don't think I have any new messages!" he called after her.
But then checked just in case. Sigh.