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Am awake again. What's with this sleeping in shifts bullshit, dammit? Stupid body. And I kinda wanna go back to bed already, because I had some Marcus/Oliver-ness in my dream, involving singing. I really, really like my brain sometimes.
*pokes RP* Somebody say something! *whine*
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And I am so on crack. Wow.
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And I was in chat with Kym and Rox and they were rp'ing deep black angst and I was just squeeing. They may hate me.
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But yes. That's all *we* said, too. I don't care if it *is* over, I want to rp that. I so do.
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<-- demanding bitch this morning. afternoon? whatever. heh.
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::smacking self on the head and reminding self that I am *all about angst.*::
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If so, that'll make one of them.
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of course I understand the sofuckingadorablycutecuteCUTE that is bad dancing for the sake of it. eeeeeeeeeee.
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what the FUCK is wrong with me? I am such a girl.
but they are SO FUCKING CUTE. oh my GOD. HOLDING EACH OTHER!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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<-- biggest girl in the WORLD. they need happiness, god damnit! now!
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I am so fucking whipped by this.
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God, i'm pathetic.
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Also, I have no idea what the hell he's going to *say.* I think I'm getting Kym to have Terence comment on it, because Marcus sure isn't going to be able to form, you know, *words.*
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Work out those details, dammit.
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And Fleur, due to the wonders of time zones (and probably the mass quantities of alcohol), is not around.
But yes. Oliver broke him with the dancing. And with taking off his mask, and looking deeply into Marcus' eyes, and saying "Marcus...I--" and then all hell broke loose and Marcus has No Idea what Oliver wants to say and it's driving him *nuts.*
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He's *killing* my boy, I tell you. Killing him.
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*sends brainwaves to Fleur* Get up, dammit!
And eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Kay, must go lie down now, because that made my knees more wobbly than even half a bottle of gin did. Oh, Marcus. Oliver. Oh. *sigh*
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I need to do something that involves neither alcohol nor, in any way, Sean Biggerstaff or his likeness.