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Nov 26, 2011 23:31

It's another one of those nights. Halfway through trying to get to sleep, Danny inches closer to Steve and realizes that he's about to go out of his mind considering the whole 'Steve is right here and I can't touch him'. He equips himself with a jacket, boots, and trudges in his comfortable pajamas until he's at Neil's home (carrying a lantern as ( Read more... )

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little_moons November 28 2011, 14:34:20 UTC
I'm in bed, huddled huddled under the covers to keep out the cold, when I hear the knock on the door. At first, I think maybe it's just the old apartment building shifting -- the floor boards and pipes creak like crazy in this place, but when I hear it again, I realize it's coming from the door.

With a groan, I heave myself out of bed, hissing at the cold air outside the comfort of the heavy blankets, step into a pair of slippers and hurry out into the hall toward the door.

Yanking it open, I squint at the familiar shape of him in the darkness and croak, "What the fuck, man?"

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haolehothead November 28 2011, 15:07:52 UTC
Danny scowls when Neil greets him with such cheer. His knee is aching with every cautious step he has to take to make it anywhere without ending up on his ass. "Hey, move your ass, I'm worn and I need a place to crash," he says, voice weary with exhaustion and quiet for the girls. "You got room?"

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little_moons November 29 2011, 04:46:53 UTC
"Yeah, fine. Whatever," I mutter, already turning back around and heading toward the bedroom, trusting him to shut the door behind him when he follows.

Inside the bedroom, I shut that door, too, going over to poke the fire in the little hearth in the corner and then shuffling back over to the bed.

"What the hell happened? You didn't get in a goddamn fight, did you?" I ask, kicking off my slippers and climbing into bed.

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haolehothead December 1 2011, 01:45:03 UTC
Danny follows along, shivering and trying to rub some of the feeling back into his arms. "Hell no," Danny scoffs as he follows and looks around the room, trying to seek out a second bed -- which, if it exists, must be invisible. "Steve's still on the goddamn celibacy kick and the second bed vanished in the cold. Every time he gets close, I'm ready to fucking break and go down on him."

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