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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 12:33:19 GMT -5
Ian tore a few more strips, nearly done, before raising his head and saying sharply to Zack, "Why the hell would you think that anyway?"
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 12:45:41 GMT -5
Zack looked up. "dude, it was a joke."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 13:02:55 GMT -5
Ian's eyes flicked away from him and he forced out a laugh. "Right . . . of course . . quite funny, silly me, missing the obvious . . ." He gathered his stack of shreds and summoned a bottle of glue and some water and rolled up his sleeves, not bothering to remove his rings or the bracelet he was wearing before mushing it all together.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 13:06:39 GMT -5
Zack shurgged and simply went back to his work. His mind wandered. "Wait a minute....is it that?"
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 13:15:42 GMT -5
Ian, who had almost managed to find relaxation in his therapeutic papier-mache project, stiffened again; he'd been leaning over near the ground and sat up slowly, looking right at Zack, sticky and wet hands gloved in off-white, and said entirely unconvinvingly, "I have no idea what you mean." He tossed his head slightly to shake back a stray lock of red.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 13:44:11 GMT -5
Zack snorted and turn back to his writing
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 13:57:42 GMT -5
"Don't laugh at me, man. Really. I didn't . . . you know what? Just don't worry about it." Ian shook his head, breathing deeply enough that he could smell the glue-and-paper mixture, and trying to lose himself in that.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 1, 2007 22:36:40 GMT -5
Zack only shoook his head, taking himself back in time with his writing once more.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 3, 2007 9:11:24 GMT -5
Ian rolled a long strip of glue-soaked paper around a messy clump, pulling it up and around. He looked frustrated and the juvenile project wasn't quite helping the way he'd hoped but when he was donehe'd burn the damned thing and release all he was holding inside. "You don't matter," he informed the gooey statuette. "You don't."
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 3, 2007 9:12:25 GMT -5
Zack looked up and raised an eyebrow at Ian. "You really need to talk to that girl again."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 3, 2007 9:20:26 GMT -5
"Talk to Killy? I-" He had mixed feelings about that; he loved her but she'd hurt him, and the whole thing was drenched in shame for him and he didn't see the point. "But why?"
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 3, 2007 9:22:28 GMT -5
"Because your mind is conflicting. I think its about time you sort it all out."
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