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shadowglitter) wrote2017-09-04 05:02 pm
shadowglitter) wrote2017-09-04 05:02 pm
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I only drink Chocolate Milk. THE DARKEST OF MILKS!
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I didn't get a chance to do anything like that. For my parents. So I just thought-- but, like.
You're right? It's not. Death. It's different. Just.
[ augh. idiot. he types and backspaces a dozen different apologies and decides the best thing to do is just swallow this down and move on. rather than dwell and call himself fucking stupid for making such a fucking stupid suggestion. ]
Like I said, there's no wrong way to deal with loss.
I'm sure one of the crew has weed on them. Shit, you probably brought some with you to the island, what am I even saying? Just.
We can chill. We'll chill. Tonight, if only for a little while, before I have to finish prepping for the deathmatch arena.
I think watching your friends plummet into a giant pool of definitely real molten lava might help.
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later, if you have to. gimme the inside scoop and we can chill in cornpop paradise
til then i just
will chill here
[Peter's already hanging out in Odin's room by now, stripping off layers of business casual and throwing them literally to the dogs. Rooty makes a nest out of his jacket and shirt, curling up atop them on the chaise like a diva. His pants drape over the back of it and he looks around for something to wear after putting his shoes out of the chewing range of all doggos in the room.
While he initially crawls into bed in a onesie, he'll be crawling out of it piece by piece the hotter he gets - emerging from it like a shitty cocoon to just curl up under the sheets with it peeled off to his waist by the time Odin returns.]