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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[Crowley]

[sound of the door opening and closing, books being tossed carelessly onto the table]

...back.

[/Crowley]

[One/Two]

What the fuck was that?!

[/Twins]

[Kio]

I'm ready to start whenever. Found some reference books on the technique and some pictorial guides of the park. So I guess...whenever you're ready? [smiley]

[/Kio]

Everyone who helped put the concert together last night, it was great. There should really be things like that more often around here.

And whoever set up the fireworks...thank you.

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Henry/One

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

Sorry, what was what? ♥

One/Two

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

You know very well what I'm talking about.

Henry/One

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

Do we?

One/Two

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

What, was I not being good enough today? Had to come knock some sense into me or what?

Henry/One

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

[pen taps]

We can never be too sure~

One/Two

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[indistinct noise of frustration]

Henry/One

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

Do you have something to say again, Henrietta? Do share.

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[gone-native.livejournal.com]

[pause for a second as Crowley catches a book that nearly slides off]

What was-

What the hell happened to your eye?

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[an irate sigh]

I'll give you two guesses.

[footsteps, sound of the tap in the bathroom being turned on]

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[gone-native.livejournal.com]

[upset silence]

I don't even need one.

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[water running and a little splash every now and again as Henry runs cold water over his face]

[sound of the tap shutting off; footsteps]

[a pause, as though he's about to say something~]

[another sigh and the sound of someone sitting down at the table]

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[gone-native.livejournal.com]

[silence for awhile, then Crowley looks up at Henry]

I'm sorry, Henry.

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[Henry rests his elbows on the table and runs his hands through his hair]

It's not your fault.

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[gone-native.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's opened up one of the books on St. James and is flipping through it idly.]

Normally, this sort of thing wouldn't happen.

They wouldn't be able to lay a hand on you.

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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Gave in and got a healer, didn't you?

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a pause, and then a chuckle]

Yeah, I did. Feel much better too.

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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear that.

Are you busy now, or would you mind me dropping by to see what you've got?

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not busy, come on over. Room 904.


Apologies about the incredibly slightly hyper puppy. He'll probably try to menace you when you get over here but he's harmless.

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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's alright.

I've always wanted to meet a gay dog, anyway~

I'm only on the fourth, so I'll be up soon.

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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[a slightly amused sigh]

I suppose it's better than Lana calling him fat~

Door's unlocked.

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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

See you soon!

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

We heard you had a fresh bruise, Henry. Slip in the kitchen?

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

...this?

It's nothing.

[Filter]

What the hell are you doing?

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

You should really be more careful.


[Filtered to Henry]
[just chuckling~]
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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

....

I've always been a klutz. Just a curse I guess.