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[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

Where the fuck are my shoes?!

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[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Gotta go to work?

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

No. I just want to know where my shoes are. I threw them...*thinks for a moment* that way. Maybe.


Shit.

[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Sure you did.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*Siiiiigh* This sucks.

[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Yeah- no one will ever hire a bare-foot prostitute.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*Snort* What? Never heard of foot fetishes?

[offends-shadows.livejournal.com]

Well, one's under my bed, I'm fairly sure -- and I think I threw the other off somewhere. Trying to get at you all ravagingly. So that one might be lost.

If I were one of Theda's shoes, where would I be hiding? Maybe in my hamper, peeking at my undies.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*it's likely she's not wearing much past one of his shirts and her underwear at the moment* Hmm...

*she carefully crouches and peeks under the bed, grabbing her missing shoe*

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me, Theda.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*grin* Oh, you know you're jealous of my style.

Don't lie.

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

I've got plenty of style of my own, thanks babe. My mom calls it...*she thinks for a second*

She says it's like if Raggedy Ann and some My Little Ponies mated with a Cenobite. I think she was high at the time.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

Yeah? On shit you gave her? *now searching under her bed* Found one! *muffled thump* Owwwww...

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

Probably. Bitch sneaks shit out of my lunchbox enough. It's not like I can stop her, ya know? *she laughs and peers under the bed* You okay?

[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Gotta go to work?

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

No. I just want to know where my shoes are. I threw them...*thinks for a moment* that way. Maybe.


Shit.

[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Sure you did.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*Siiiiigh* This sucks.

[thoughtherdead.livejournal.com]

Yeah- no one will ever hire a bare-foot prostitute.

[offends-shadows.livejournal.com]

Well, one's under my bed, I'm fairly sure -- and I think I threw the other off somewhere. Trying to get at you all ravagingly. So that one might be lost.

If I were one of Theda's shoes, where would I be hiding? Maybe in my hamper, peeking at my undies.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*it's likely she's not wearing much past one of his shirts and her underwear at the moment* Hmm...

*she carefully crouches and peeks under the bed, grabbing her missing shoe*

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me, Theda.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

*grin* Oh, you know you're jealous of my style.

Don't lie.

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

I've got plenty of style of my own, thanks babe. My mom calls it...*she thinks for a second*

She says it's like if Raggedy Ann and some My Little Ponies mated with a Cenobite. I think she was high at the time.

[wilful-choler.livejournal.com]

Yeah? On shit you gave her? *now searching under her bed* Found one! *muffled thump* Owwwww...

[lovesanass.livejournal.com]

Probably. Bitch sneaks shit out of my lunchbox enough. It's not like I can stop her, ya know? *she laughs and peers under the bed* You okay?