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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

Did-did a v-very bad thing.

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[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

We all tend to at some point or another.

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*shakes head, chewing distractedly at his thumb nail, stained yellow with cigarettes, mumbles* N-no, no, no. Not-not like this, no.

[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. I shan't know unless you can tell me a bit more of what it is you've done.

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*shakes head more urgently, shoulders hunched* Can't-can't. Y-you'll tell, you will. You - you'll tell 'er.

[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

Mmm. I probably wouldn't. Partly because I don't know who she is, and partly because I don't tend to be the sort who runs to share moral outrage.

But suit yourself.

What is your name?

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*frowns to himself, finding such a long, contradictory sentence difficult to process*

Spi-Spider. *nods* Spider.

[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

Spider. Well, Spider, I'm Robin. I like stories. I should like yours, if you ever feel you can give it.

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

St-stories?

[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. I collect them. Sometimes I tell stories. Not the secret stories, just the big ones. D'you like stories, Spider?

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*mumbles* Big ones? The big ones. *uncertain nod* Yeah. Yeah.

[ifwebefriends.livejournal.com]

What sort of stories do you like to hear, then?

[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

That's all part of being human, sugar.

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

N-not s'posed to. *shakes head* Not s'posed to.

[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

*softly* What'd you do, sugar?

[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*sucks distractedly at his cigarette, eyes glancing everywhere but directly at her* Can-can't say. Don't want - dunno. Dunno, dunno.

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

You want to hear about some of the bad things I've done?

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*glances up at her, nodding uncertainly*

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

When I was 15, I put my boyfriend in a coma that lasted three years.

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*frowns a little* Why?

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

I couldn't control it.

You see, my skin? If it touches someone else's skin, it starts to pull pieces of them into me. That's why I wear gloves.

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

Oh. *doesn't really understand, not to any great extent* Pu-pulls pieces out-out of 'em... Like-like stealin'?

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like stealing.

Was what you did like stealing?

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*swallows heavily and takes another preoccupied drag of his cigarette, nodding almost imperceptibly*

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell me your story, and I won't tell anyone, if you won't tell anyone mine?

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*runs an agitated hand through his hair, feet shuffling nervously* An-and no yelling?

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

I promise, no yelling.

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*chews thoughtfully on the end of his smoke for a moment before pinching the end and putting it back in his pocket, fishing through them and taking out a ring of keys as though it should clarify everything*

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

What are the keys to, sugar?

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*fiddles with them, making them rattle noisily* E-everythin'. *swallows heavily again, his eyes flickering everywhere, not knowing where to look* Everythin' in-in-in the house. Opened - opened the - *shakes his head, biting his lip*

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[alwaysin-gloves.livejournal.com]

Take a deep breath, go slow.

Opened what?

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[mr-clegg.livejournal.com]

*loses some of what little nerve he has and stuffs them back into his pocket, looking around nervously for signs of anyone else having noticed* Cup-cupboard. In the-the-the kitchen. *nods* With the t-tools.