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[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

Move on, some say.

But how?

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probably peaceing in like 5 minutes but~

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Shit happens, but life goes on. *He shrugs. Someone's feeling philosophical tonight.* There's always gonna be something or someone else out there.

HDU peace out ok

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( There's a plaintive little sigh. )

Moving on implies an erasure of sorts.

i lied I AM HERE ok.

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Maybe... S'gotta be better than dwelling on the shittier things in life, though.

You HAD ME WORRIED ok.

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( She idly reaches out to play with his hair, lips pursed. )

Johnny, those wretched things are what makes us us.

srry to ALARM YOU ok

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Well, I --

Yeah... But if you don't move on, how can there be any room for anything new?

I guess i can forgive u ok

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

What?

Like ... strange American boys with funny hair?

oh ok good ok

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Liiiike... new places. And new people. *He laughs, a sheepish grin forming.* Even strange American boys with funny hair.

(dat fayce)

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( Ilse props herself up only to lean down to nuzzle the top of his head. She laughs. ) We can go places, then. You and I, the silly German girl with too much hair.

it's been sew long

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Hey, now, I happen to dig the hair. *As if to prove a point, he twirls a strand of it around his finger, only to end up holding it across the space between his lips and nose.* Makes for a sweet mustache, too.


... You'll really go places with me, though?

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( She bursts out laughing, using the ends of her hair as a goatee. ) Now we're ready for a poetry club.

But we don't have to go there. We can go anywhere you like.

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

*He yawns, releasing her hair from his fingers.* To be honest, I'm pretty content with all this right now.

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes? No adventures at a rock concert, drinking into a stupor at a club?

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Mm, maybe laterrr...

probably peaceing in like 5 minutes but~

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Shit happens, but life goes on. *He shrugs. Someone's feeling philosophical tonight.* There's always gonna be something or someone else out there.

HDU peace out ok

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( There's a plaintive little sigh. )

Moving on implies an erasure of sorts.

i lied I AM HERE ok.

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Maybe... S'gotta be better than dwelling on the shittier things in life, though.

You HAD ME WORRIED ok.

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( She idly reaches out to play with his hair, lips pursed. )

Johnny, those wretched things are what makes us us.

srry to ALARM YOU ok

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Well, I --

Yeah... But if you don't move on, how can there be any room for anything new?

I guess i can forgive u ok

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

What?

Like ... strange American boys with funny hair?

oh ok good ok

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Liiiike... new places. And new people. *He laughs, a sheepish grin forming.* Even strange American boys with funny hair.

(dat fayce)

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( Ilse props herself up only to lean down to nuzzle the top of his head. She laughs. ) We can go places, then. You and I, the silly German girl with too much hair.

it's been sew long

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

Hey, now, I happen to dig the hair. *As if to prove a point, he twirls a strand of it around his finger, only to end up holding it across the space between his lips and nose.* Makes for a sweet mustache, too.


... You'll really go places with me, though?

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

( She bursts out laughing, using the ends of her hair as a goatee. ) Now we're ready for a poetry club.

But we don't have to go there. We can go anywhere you like.

[needsboth.livejournal.com]

*He yawns, releasing her hair from his fingers.* To be honest, I'm pretty content with all this right now.

[ofpriapia.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes? No adventures at a rock concert, drinking into a stupor at a club?