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[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

*smoking a cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly*

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[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

*eyebrows, not missing the bandages* What happened to you?

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

...Saying I fell would be an absolute lie, wouldn't it?

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. It's like saying you walked into a door!

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

What about... I had a terrible run-in with a chair?

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not working kid. Get more creative.

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

*eyebrows slowly* The truth?

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

The chair was 6 foot high then, hm? *offers her the pack of cigarettes*

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

No. The guy throwing it at me was.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

See now that makes more sense, Shi. *frowns as the pain runs across her face and he takes one of the cigs, lighting it up for her* Here.

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Thanks a million.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, kid. *kisses her back and goes back to smoking his own* Kinda wish it was something stronger though.

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Mm. I would get messed up, but... I have appointments later. Unfortunately.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

Appointments? *eyebrows*

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

*eyebrows more but doesn't push it, it's not his problem* You wanna go get a hot dog? I have a craving for one something fucking chronic.

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Sure. Don't have to be anywhere for a while.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

Dogs it is. *grins and wraps an arm around her shoulders, half expecting to get slapped for it but not caring* Chicago style?

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

*manages to keep the surprise from his face but he doesn't move his arm, he rather likes it there actually* Just as long as it has ketchup on it, neither do I.

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[graveyardjackal.livejournal.com]

And maybe a pickle. Mm, pickles.

*yawns, covering his mouth with his free hand*

[becominglikehim.livejournal.com]

That's where I draw the line.