Comments | 453gof_flesh: quarante: death hurts.

453gof_flesh

quarante: death hurts.

Feb 07, 2011 01:23

Ugh.

[long pause. He considers saying something else, then just cuts himself off.]

Nevermind.

[Private to anyone who got his wine]

You didn't drink... did you?

hates relying on these warden people, fates worse than death, mouldy wine, survival is key

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[Private.] thegooddrjones February 7 2011, 03:06:24 UTC

I picked up something that would have helped your leg, love.

Re: [Private.] 453gof_flesh February 7 2011, 03:12:09 UTC

Don't call me love. [death makes him pissy, sorry, Martha.]

And it's a bit futile now.

[Private.] thegooddrjones February 7 2011, 03:58:51 UTC

As you wish, Mr. Clapet.

And so I read. I'm sorry to hear of it.

Re: [Private.] 453gof_flesh February 7 2011, 12:38:02 UTC

Not nearly as sorry as I am.

Private actuallyagolem February 7 2011, 16:05:54 UTC

All in one piece now, Clapet?

Re: Private 453gof_flesh February 7 2011, 16:13:02 UTC

Very funny, Sergent.

Re: Private actuallyagolem February 7 2011, 16:15:00 UTC

Yeah, I'm a laugh riot. Feeling like hell still though, I'm sure.

Re: Private 453gof_flesh February 7 2011, 16:15:59 UTC

Not even like hell warmed up. Just like stone-cold hell.

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