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[bubosquared]

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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[that_mireille]

I am sofuckingtired. And hungover.

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.*

[deepsix.livejournal.com]

!!!

[that_mireille]

Yes. Yes. This is what Fleur tells me Oliver did.

He's *killing* my boy, I tell you. Killing him.

[deepsix.livejournal.com]

The most pathetic part is that it's killing me, too. I keep having to remind myself that it's NOT REAL.

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[that_mireille]

You? I am managing to remember that my *own* RL relationship is more important, but beyond that--nope.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

What do you MEAN it's not REAL? Course it is! *twitches* God. Help me, PLEASE!

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Heh. I, thankfully, don't DO hangovers. Although ew, I still have a really nasty bad-gin-aftertaste in my mouth.

*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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[that_mireille]

God. This is so pathetic. Me, I mean.

I need to do something that involves neither alcohol nor, in any way, Sean Biggerstaff or his likeness.