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[imaginates.livejournal.com]

[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

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[ino]

[LOL KYLE ...] You guess?

Isn't that even worse? [.... is going to kidnap her. IS GONNA DO IT]

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

I guess. It's a new skill, so.

Huh?

[ino]

It probably makes decent money, too.

An apartment is smaller than a house.

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

I'm good looking, or so my mother told me. That means tips, right?

That's true. What's wrong with that? I grew up fine in a trailer, which is smaller than an apartment.

[ino]

How would I know?


... In a trailer? [is imagining the kind that like, a horse drags ...]

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

[Ino, don't you get tips when you give guys lap dances?] Oh, that's right. You're a ninja.

Yeah, in a trailer. It's where I learned how to be tough.

[ino]

[SHUT UP ...] Ninjas have bars too.

You can't live in a trailer! Kyle, were you a hobo?

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

Okay, let me rephrase: Oh, that's right, you're underage.

No. Just really poor, but we got by and eventually got a house.

[ino]

[NOT BETTER. just sighs exasperatedly]

... I guess that's good. [still doesn't know how you can live in a trailer]

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

I'll call you if I need a babysitter. You'll be the first. Deal?

[ino]

... Deal.

[imaginates.livejournal.com]

You da man, Ino.

[ino]

Pretty sure you're da man too, Kyle.