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[gravitism]

That time already? [Xigbar is sitting on the floor in his apartment, leaning with his back against the couch. At his side is one of his guns, nice and shiney, etc. He has his other one on his lap and is cleaning behind the trigger with a cloth. Notice how gun number one is still within easy access. :|b]

[OOC: Essay first, tags later. THEY WILL BE

Comments

[abucketofangst]

.... What the he-- [D:]

[gravitism]

Oh, it's you. [lawls 8D] Shouldn't you be busy working on your aim?

[abucketofangst]

Go fuck yourself.

[gravitism]

Haha, wouldn't you know all about that!

[enkephalefykous]

Hey, aren't you Demyx's friend?

[gravitism]

Kid been telling stories again? [Snerk, shruuug] Then again, I guess it's the cloaks that always give it away, huh?

[enkephalefykous]

I dunno, I thought I saw you with him or something.

[Percy is immune to your sarcasm. He is a New Yorker. :| ]

[gravitism]

Man, is it ever hard to get a little privacy these days. Whole everybody knows everybody thing is startin' to seem pretty inconvenient.

So, guess now I should ask 'what's it to you'?

[obligato_sitaro]

[POKE.]

Time for what?

[devilbrought]

Don't even ask him.

[obligato_sitaro]

Too late.

[devilbrought]

Good luck getting an answer.