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[thehipsdontlie.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna kill that fucking kid.

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[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

*cups hand behind ear* Qu'est-ce que c'est?

So angry!

[thehipsdontlie.livejournal.com]

Damn straight I'm fucking angry!

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

Whoa there, Jack, let's not start choppin' the door down yet. What's up?

[thehipsdontlie.livejournal.com]

*clearly trying to keep his temper*

... Okay. My partner?

Skipped town. No word at all, just... gone.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

...We talkin'... partner partner, like, business, let's go on a journal and hang out partner? Or, like, pardner partner. Do it in a tent up on Brokeback, chicka yeah yeah, kind of partner?

Kidding. Sort of. Not really. Speaking out of professional interest. No word? Not a note, anything?

[thehipsdontlie.livejournal.com]

First one. Mostly.

... Well. I did see him, but he wouldn't tell me what the fuck he was thinking, and now he's gonna get himself killed.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

*pause, knowing wink of Secret's Safe With Me!* Gotcha!

What did he say, chief, anything specific? Got pictures?

[thehipsdontlie.livejournal.com]

Just... some crap about having to find something out.

And no. I don't have any pictures.

[earthto-mars.livejournal.com]

...That's it? 'Crap about having to find something'? Specifics!

I think this may be as frustrating as the time I had to scope out a 'John Smith'. No lie. Was he short? Fat? Ugly? Spiky? Sexy?

[trickster-loki.livejournal.com]

A fucking kid or a fucking kid?