[Emblem 12]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[Room Filter]

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Yo.

[a knock]

Yo. Hey.

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Uh. Lemme out.

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... damn, what happened to the mirror?

[[ooc: ikki's fine now. belatedly. 8D;]]

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[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[opens the door after he's reasonably sure that the idiot crow isn't crazy anymore.]

You fucking happened, dumbass Crow.


[glares at him, and is totally ready to beat the shit out of him again if he has to. :|b]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

What? I'd have to be bleeding all over the-

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Oh. [8D he cut up his hands something awful!]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[just kind of... stares. is better at inflicting wounds than patching them up.]


Fucking dipshit.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[thx]

Shit.

[...]

So. Uh. What happened?

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[sighs and goes to grab some bandages, or something. will get pissed at him later.]


You had a fucking shitty acid trip.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

Acid? What kind of trip could make me do that? [motion towards the mirror. seven years of bad luck right thar. D8]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

Tch, as if I know. Some fucker drugged you.


[have some bandages chucked at your face, Crow]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

What the fuck? You're kidding me. [catches... most of them.] Shit, got that... fuck, antibiotic or something?

1/2

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[antibiotic. right]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[chucks the antibiotic that stings like a bitch at the crow head]

You smashed my fucking bathroom, shithead. If you weren't drugged then I'm going to have to kick your ass worse than I'm already going to.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[THANKS BETCH]

[CATCHES IT. MANLY-LIKE. HE ONLY THOUGHT OF IT BECAUSE IT'S THE FIRST FUCKING THING RINGO WOULD THINK OF.]

[SHIT OW]

... goddamnit. [would say more, but he's kinda woozy after a few days without food and stuff. =o]

1/2

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[doesn't know wtf to do. this wasn't covered in WIND training, sob.]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

Just sit the fuck down, dumbass.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

No. [doesn't think he's wobbling. Nope. =< stfu, Agito.]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

Sit the fuck down before I fucking make you.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

Then come make me. [stupid. >>]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[this icon at your face. :) you are lucky he's got good control, otherwise you'd be dead. ):]

Do you still feel like standing, dipshit?

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[Still hurt like a mother, though. =(]

Y-Yeah. Sure. [Has an elbow on the towel rack. lol.]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[kicks his legs out from under him]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

SHI-

[down he goes. thank god the bath mat's there or else he would've cracked his head open.]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[drags the fucker to the futon on the floor. sob, Agito will have to change his sheets later so they don't stink like crow.]


[stalks back and grabs the first aid shit. chucks it at him again]

Fix your fucking hands.

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[HEY, HE SHOWERS... he... SHOWERS...

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[does so... fuming... ly...]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[chills on his sofa. watching you. so you don't. fuck. up. again. B|]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

[THE STING. IT DOES NOT BOTHER HIM.]

[ow]

[throws the bottle at the. dresser. pissedly.]

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

Stop fucking up my house, shithead.