[ david is, once those few minutes pass, starting to drift off himself. his breathing evening out, surprisingly calm and content all things considered. even in less intimate moments, jeff's presence is usually a calming influence though, david couldn't really say why, but it makes this far easier than it should be. ]
[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
[ when david startles, jeff gives his side a gentle, apologetic squeeze, immediately placated by the kiss pressed to his forehead. david wasn't that far off with his comment about feeling like a couple of kids, because that's really how jeff's feeling, but in the best way.
satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
[ david probably wasn't once ever this relaxed as a teenager, which is probably kind of sad, but what can you do. he probably wouldn't have appreciated it back then anyway, not like this. the way the sensation of jeff's knuckles moving against his side pulls him back to where he was before jeff spoke, quietly drifting off as easy as if he was in his own bed. easier, probably. ]
[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
[ in his time in the fog, jeff's become somewhat of a light sleeper, but something about being in a real bed, warm and comfortable and cuddled up close with someone makes him nearly dead (ha) the world. the couple of hours he manages to sleep for are probably some of the best he's had in a long-ass time, and he doesn't wake once. not until david noses at his hair anyway, as gentle as it is.
jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
[ he winces a little at the way jeff wakes up, feeling guilty for it, and he makes a gentle shushing sound like that's gonna do anything. he rubs jeff's back in apology, wanting to just tell him to go back to sleep but fairly certain that it's pointless to bother. ]
Sorry-- weren't tryin' to wake you.
[ his accent is a little more pronounced this fresh from sleep, his own voice rough with it too, and he nuzzles lightly into the top of jeff's head. he knows they shouldn't push their luck too much further, but after all this, a slow and lazy waking seems right. a last bit of peace before they have to return to reality. ]
[ the quiet hushing and the hand on his back eases that brief spike of anxiety pretty quickly, soothing jeff back into somewhere between awake and asleep. he sighs again and nuzzles kind of mindlessly against david's throat for a moment. ]
S'all right. Probably should.
[ wake up, he means, but he makes no immediate effort to do that. like david, he knows they've been extremely lucky so far, and to push their luck beyond its limits would likely end very badly, but. what's five more minutes? when's the last time he was able to take his time waking up instead of snapping awake in the middle of the woods? when's the last time he woke up and some part of him wasn't sore or cramped? if five more minutes is too much to ask, well. so be it. ]
[ what's a few more minutes? it's a dangerous line of thought and even half asleep, david's aware of that much, but he can feel jeff's breath on his throat and his hand on his side and he can't bear to give that up a second sooner than he has to. if they end up slaughtered for it like teens in some schlocky horror movie, he thinks that might be worth it. ]
[ jeff offers a quiet note of agreement, but otherwise, he keeps pretty quiet for the next few minutes or so, slowly easing more and more into the waking world. admittedly, it's a little bit of a struggle to not go straight back to sleep, but he manages by keeping his mind occupied with little things. the warmth of david's skin, the steady pattern of his breathing, the muscle and bone underneath his hand. the sound of his voice, rough around the edges, the slightly thicker accent.
eventually, though, jeff concedes: they have to get moving at some point, either before someone comes looking or their luck runs out. with a sigh, jeff brushes a fleeting kiss against david's neck and then starts to shift, peeling himself away from him and turning onto his back. he stretches his back out, uses one hand to rub his fingers against his eyes, and then paws around by his side for wherever their shirts wound up. not far, apparently, and he drags both over and drops them on david's stomach. he's awake, but maybe not enough to sort out whose is whose. ]
[ david makes a noise of complaint when jeff pulls away, but he's right, they should get moving. he rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands and sighs, forcing himself to sit up. okay. fine. he's awake. raises his arms out over his head in a stretch and then picks up their shirts from where they ended up in his lap. it takes him maybe a few moments longer than it should to tell whose is whose, but eventually david manages to figure out which one is his and pulls it on. ]
Here. [ and then he dumps jeff's shirt on his face. romance. ] Make yourself decent.
[ jeff laughs more at david's comment than he does at his shirt being piled onto his face, quiet and deep and still a little bit raspy. he drags his shirt off his his head, heaves a heavy sigh, and then sits up so he can "make himself decent". funny, coming from the guy who's ripped and definitely took his shirt off first.
but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]
[ ugh but jeff looks so good with his hair tied back? how rude. david just watches him for those moments while he's dealing with his hair, and when jeff speaks it makes him jump just the tiniest amount. he shakes his head, shaking that off. supplies, right. ]
Don't think we wanna stick around here much longer.
[ with a slight lift of his brows and a quick, downward turn of his mouth, jeff nods just once. he can't really argue with that. no point in ruining a good thing by overstaying their welcome ("welcome") just for some batteries or bandages to use as a cover story. the likelihood of someone asking where the two of them have been is pretty slim anyway, and it's not like it'd be that hard to paint up a quick excuse.
if jeff doesn't get up now though, he's likely to just stay here forever, so with some reluctance, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and stands, taking another second to properly stretch his back and his shoulder - which, by some miracle, don't actually ache at all for once - and then he turns and offers a hand out toward david. as if he really needs help getting out of bed. ]
[ well jeff's certainly not going to complain about being kissed, and if he did have a complaint it would just be that it's too brief. he kisses david back, and pointedly doesn't chase after him once he pulls away even though he wants to. if he lets himself get carried away again, they'll never get out of here.
with a gentle pat to david's side, jeff tilts his head toward the door and then steps away from him to start to head out. ]
C'mon. [ and then, quieter, he adds: ] Careful.
[ you know. just in case michael's lurking around somewhere waiting to gut a couple of trespassers. ]
[ david makes a soft noise, agreeing, and starts to follow jeff out. he pauses by one of the windows just to take a quick look out on the street but if michael's there he's pretty well hidden, which. well that's fine by him. as long as he can't hear him, they're probably good. ]
[ there's always the temptation to just jump one of the windows and bolt out of this fucking place, but david stops himself. quick and careful as he takes the stairs and peeks outside again for any signs of life other than the two of them before he steps out onto the porch, casting a look jeff's way to see if he's noticed anything. they're probably fine. ]
[ unwilling to let david wander too far from him when they don't know for sure if they're in the clear, jeff keeps close and keeps an eye and ear out for anything concerning. it's quiet though, just as it was when they wandered in (which, honestly, is maybe a little more unsettling than it would be if michael was just standing somewhere out in the open, lurking as he's wont to do), and when he steps out onto the porch beside david, he offers a subtle shake of his head, almost as if he read david's mind. as far as he can tell, they're the only two around.
jeff tilts his head in the direction of the gate they came in through, then starts down the small handful of steps off the porch. it almost seems too easy to be getting away with this, almost enough that the idea of doing something like this again sounds very tempting. maybe they choose a different house next time, a different bed. keep from forming too much of a predictable pattern.
it'd be a stupid move to try and press their luck again - but worth it, maybe. ]
[ david falls into step at jeff's side, his own thoughts drifting in the same direction. part of him thinking that doing this in the first place was almost unfathomably stupid, doing it again would be even dumber, but on the other hand... on the other hand, why shouldn't they? so much of their time here is spent being terrified and miserable, what's so wrong with taking the risk to carve out a few hours here and there just to be at peace for a little? ]
[ he looks down at his hand, traces his thumb against the edge of a finger as he thinks about jeff's hand in his and halfway wonders if maybe this was a mistake, but if it was or wasn't it doesn't really matter now either way. honestly the difficult part for david is going to be keeping his hands to himself in just about all other situations. ]
[ like now, as they pass through the gate and his urge is to reach for jeff just out of sheer relief. he sighs instead, shoulders visibly relaxing. sure they're not necessarily safe yet, but things just shifted dramatically in their favour. ]
[ david might be able to resist reaching out for jeff once they reach the gate, but as they pass through, jeff's hit with this weird spike of— it's not anxiety, but it's vaguely similar. it's this sense that he's about to lose something or leave something behind, and that feeling rattles around in his chest like an irritated moth the closer and closer they come to passing through the gate and leaving haddonfield. ]
Hey.
[ jeff catches david by the elbow, reaches out and grabs him without more than a single word as a warning, but there's nothing urgent in his touch. he's gentle as he pulls david aside, and even gentler when he leans down to kiss him.
you know. just one more before they have to go back and they can't do this anymore. ]
[ the touch catches him by surprise, and he's expecting jeff to point something out after the pull on his arm, so when he turns toward jeff and into a kiss it stuns david still. only for a moment though, and he quickly catches himself and raises his free hand to the side of jeff's face, smiling against his lips. ]
[ that smile against his lips and david's hand cupping his face soothes some of that staticky feeling in jeff's chest pretty quickly. he releases david's elbow so he can wind both of his arms around him, hands stacked one above the other against his lower back, and can't help his own ghost of a smile.
but as much as he'd like to spend another hour or three kissing david, he knows they shouldn't linger, so jeff keeps it brief. pulls away after a few seconds, bumps his nose against david's, leaves one last kiss on his cheek. ]
Sorry. [ he says, close to his ear before fully detaching himself from david. he clears his throat quietly, tries to hide the tiniest of playful smirks. ] Couldn't help it.
[ david snorts, not entirely believing that but not complaining either. if anything he kind of wishes the thought had occurred to him first, but if they were both always thinking about kissing at the same time they'd probably never do anything else, and that would become a problem sooner or later. ]
I think-- [ he bumps his shoulder against jeff's and starts walking again, teasing a little but otherwise honest. ] That's not something you've ever gotta apologise to me for.
[ jeff's fairly unmovable, so he doesn't budge too much when david bumps him with his shoulder. he watches him start to walk away for a moment with a little bit of fondness in his eye and laughs though its more to himself. the last couple hours or so, or however the hell long it's been since they wandered away from camp, feel very... surreal. dangerous, too, in a way jeff doesn't really want to think about until he's forced to, so he doesn't.
he only lets david get a handful of steps away from him before he moves to catch up to him with a few easy strides, and though he feels that same urge to reach out and touch him again somehow, this time he resists. doesn't mean he lets too much space come between them though. ]
[ david sticks close the whole time back, close enough his arm occasionally brushes against jeff's, which isn't on purpose but it's also not not on purpose. it feels weird in a way he can't articulate even to himself to just walk back into camp after spending this time with jeff, but in a way he's glad for it. that it's something that has been totally separate from the endless death and blood and dirt that their lives are now. not that he expects to keep things entirely separate, nor does he want to, but isolated little moments here and there? ]
[ ... unless jeff doesn't want that? david frowns, suddenly worried about getting back to camp and that just it. which would, admittedly, be kind of weird considering it's not like they even fucked, but it also wouldn't be the weirdest thing to ever happen to him. ]
[ what he thinks is he should just shake it off when they get back to camp, that he's just a bit out of sorts considering it's the first time he's been close like this with another man since tristan and he's winding himself up over nothing. what david does, on the other hand, is take a couple long strides so he can round in front of jeff and put his hands out apologetically to stop him. ]
[ david darting up ahead and rounding on him happens a little quickly and it catches jeff by surprise. he comes to an abrupt stop, and immediately furrows his brow at david, his expression flickering between confusion and concern. at first, he thinks maybe david spotted something or someone up ahead that they should do their best to avoid, but david isn't the type to turn his back to a potential threat, so that seems... unlikely.
even so, he pauses for a second, glances past david to see if anything's lurking around behind him, slowly reaching for his flashlight in his back pocket, then shifts his gaze back to david. he keeps his voice low, just in case. ]
I, uh. Just wanted to talking about somethin' real quick before we get back.
[ he holds up his hands again as he says it, asking for jeff to give him a moment here. struggling with his words isn't common for david, but sometimes he needs a second to get started, like finding the right foothold on a wall. once he has it, he's golden, but sometimes it takes a little time to get it. ]
[ once he has it, david lowers his hands, clasps them together in front of himself as he speaks. casual, easy. surprisingly relaxed considering he just suddenly stopped jeff in the middle of the woods to ask him this, but it's not serious. he just doesn't want anyone overhearing them is all. ]
Feels like we skipped a couple steps here and just kinda dove right in to something here. [ there's a brief quirk of his lips as he says it, the slightest hint of amusement before he looks up at jeff with narrowed eyes to see if he's following. ] I'm just trying to catch my bearings, is all. So if that's what you want, then great, but if it's not? If you're just after somethin' casual or whatever...
[ david clears his throat, looks down at his hands for a brief moment of uncertainty before he catches himself and looks back up at jeff. maintaining that lightness in his tone because this isn't a big deal or anything, he's just trying to make sure they're on the same page. it's totally chill. ]
I just need to know so I'm not, y'know. [ he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head this way and that, a bit like this is amusing. just a funny little query. ] I'm not tryin' to smother you or anything here.
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[ when jeff speaks it startles him a little, something that tapers into a soft and quiet laugh as david makes an attempt to turn his head enough to press a kiss to whatever part of jeff is most accessible. his forehead, probably. ]
Yeah, I'm comfortable.
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satisfied that he's not imposing or being... unbearable by being too tactile, jeff relaxes again. settles into david, breathes in, and then out nice and slow, hand at david's side curling into a loose fist so he can lazily drag his knuckles back and forth along his rib cage. the steady rise and fall of david's chest, the soft sound of his breathing, the fingers tangled in his hair, the comfort and security of being alone but with someone he trusts explicitly - all of it is enough lull jeff closer toward sleep pretty easily, and though he does try to fight it for a good minute or two, just to linger in the moment for that much longer, sleep does eventually pull him under. ]
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[ when he does wake up some hours later, it's with a gentle, cresting surprise as awareness of where he is forms slowly. not the dark of the woods, but the dingy lights of a house in haddonfield. the weight of a body on his that makes him smile when he remembers who it is, and david turns his head to nose lightly at jeff's hair. ]
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jeff breathes in deep though his nose, a little sharper than usual, gently startled awake. he tenses briefly; it takes him a couple of seconds of bleary blinking into the side of david's neck to piece together where he is and who he's with, and when it all clicks into place, he relaxes again with a soft exhale. he slides his hand up david's side, drags it back down. ]
Mn. Okay?
[ his voice is low and rough with sleep, but there's tiny thread of concern laced into his tone, like he's worried david might have been woken by something, and they need to get up and go, instead of waking naturally. he has no idea how long its been, but honestly, he's just surprised they're not waking up in a pool of blood or worse. ]
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Sorry-- weren't tryin' to wake you.
[ his accent is a little more pronounced this fresh from sleep, his own voice rough with it too, and he nuzzles lightly into the top of jeff's head. he knows they shouldn't push their luck too much further, but after all this, a slow and lazy waking seems right. a last bit of peace before they have to return to reality. ]
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S'all right. Probably should.
[ wake up, he means, but he makes no immediate effort to do that. like david, he knows they've been extremely lucky so far, and to push their luck beyond its limits would likely end very badly, but. what's five more minutes? when's the last time he was able to take his time waking up instead of snapping awake in the middle of the woods? when's the last time he woke up and some part of him wasn't sore or cramped? if five more minutes is too much to ask, well. so be it. ]
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[ what's a few more minutes? it's a dangerous line of thought and even half asleep, david's aware of that much, but he can feel jeff's breath on his throat and his hand on his side and he can't bear to give that up a second sooner than he has to. if they end up slaughtered for it like teens in some schlocky horror movie, he thinks that might be worth it. ]
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eventually, though, jeff concedes: they have to get moving at some point, either before someone comes looking or their luck runs out. with a sigh, jeff brushes a fleeting kiss against david's neck and then starts to shift, peeling himself away from him and turning onto his back. he stretches his back out, uses one hand to rub his fingers against his eyes, and then paws around by his side for wherever their shirts wound up. not far, apparently, and he drags both over and drops them on david's stomach. he's awake, but maybe not enough to sort out whose is whose. ]
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Here. [ and then he dumps jeff's shirt on his face. romance. ] Make yourself decent.
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but jeff pulls his shirt on, untucks his hair from underneath his collar, and then rakes his fingers through his hair so he can tie it back. the less it looks like he has bedhead, the better, probably. at least if they're going to attempt to get away with this, anyway. he pulls his hands down over his face when he's done, chasing away any lingering sleepiness, then looks at david. ]
Think we should find something to take back?
[ or just call it an unsuccessful supply run? that took... several hours. ]
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Don't think we wanna stick around here much longer.
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if jeff doesn't get up now though, he's likely to just stay here forever, so with some reluctance, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and stands, taking another second to properly stretch his back and his shoulder - which, by some miracle, don't actually ache at all for once - and then he turns and offers a hand out toward david. as if he really needs help getting out of bed. ]
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Let's head back.
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with a gentle pat to david's side, jeff tilts his head toward the door and then steps away from him to start to head out. ]
C'mon. [ and then, quieter, he adds: ] Careful.
[ you know. just in case michael's lurking around somewhere waiting to gut a couple of trespassers. ]
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[ there's always the temptation to just jump one of the windows and bolt out of this fucking place, but david stops himself. quick and careful as he takes the stairs and peeks outside again for any signs of life other than the two of them before he steps out onto the porch, casting a look jeff's way to see if he's noticed anything. they're probably fine. ]
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jeff tilts his head in the direction of the gate they came in through, then starts down the small handful of steps off the porch. it almost seems too easy to be getting away with this, almost enough that the idea of doing something like this again sounds very tempting. maybe they choose a different house next time, a different bed. keep from forming too much of a predictable pattern.
it'd be a stupid move to try and press their luck again - but worth it, maybe. ]
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[ he looks down at his hand, traces his thumb against the edge of a finger as he thinks about jeff's hand in his and halfway wonders if maybe this was a mistake, but if it was or wasn't it doesn't really matter now either way. honestly the difficult part for david is going to be keeping his hands to himself in just about all other situations. ]
[ like now, as they pass through the gate and his urge is to reach for jeff just out of sheer relief. he sighs instead, shoulders visibly relaxing. sure they're not necessarily safe yet, but things just shifted dramatically in their favour. ]
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Hey.
[ jeff catches david by the elbow, reaches out and grabs him without more than a single word as a warning, but there's nothing urgent in his touch. he's gentle as he pulls david aside, and even gentler when he leans down to kiss him.
you know. just one more before they have to go back and they can't do this anymore. ]
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but as much as he'd like to spend another hour or three kissing david, he knows they shouldn't linger, so jeff keeps it brief. pulls away after a few seconds, bumps his nose against david's, leaves one last kiss on his cheek. ]
Sorry. [ he says, close to his ear before fully detaching himself from david. he clears his throat quietly, tries to hide the tiniest of playful smirks. ] Couldn't help it.
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I think-- [ he bumps his shoulder against jeff's and starts walking again, teasing a little but otherwise honest. ] That's not something you've ever gotta apologise to me for.
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he only lets david get a handful of steps away from him before he moves to catch up to him with a few easy strides, and though he feels that same urge to reach out and touch him again somehow, this time he resists. doesn't mean he lets too much space come between them though. ]
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[ ... unless jeff doesn't want that? david frowns, suddenly worried about getting back to camp and that just it. which would, admittedly, be kind of weird considering it's not like they even fucked, but it also wouldn't be the weirdest thing to ever happen to him. ]
[ what he thinks is he should just shake it off when they get back to camp, that he's just a bit out of sorts considering it's the first time he's been close like this with another man since tristan and he's winding himself up over nothing. what david does, on the other hand, is take a couple long strides so he can round in front of jeff and put his hands out apologetically to stop him. ]
Hey-- hold on a sec.
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even so, he pauses for a second, glances past david to see if anything's lurking around behind him, slowly reaching for his flashlight in his back pocket, then shifts his gaze back to david. he keeps his voice low, just in case. ]
What's wrong?
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[ he holds up his hands again as he says it, asking for jeff to give him a moment here. struggling with his words isn't common for david, but sometimes he needs a second to get started, like finding the right foothold on a wall. once he has it, he's golden, but sometimes it takes a little time to get it. ]
[ once he has it, david lowers his hands, clasps them together in front of himself as he speaks. casual, easy. surprisingly relaxed considering he just suddenly stopped jeff in the middle of the woods to ask him this, but it's not serious. he just doesn't want anyone overhearing them is all. ]
Feels like we skipped a couple steps here and just kinda dove right in to something here. [ there's a brief quirk of his lips as he says it, the slightest hint of amusement before he looks up at jeff with narrowed eyes to see if he's following. ] I'm just trying to catch my bearings, is all. So if that's what you want, then great, but if it's not? If you're just after somethin' casual or whatever...
[ david clears his throat, looks down at his hands for a brief moment of uncertainty before he catches himself and looks back up at jeff. maintaining that lightness in his tone because this isn't a big deal or anything, he's just trying to make sure they're on the same page. it's totally chill. ]
I just need to know so I'm not, y'know. [ he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head this way and that, a bit like this is amusing. just a funny little query. ] I'm not tryin' to smother you or anything here.
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i hate these idiots
leave them alone they're doing their best
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