Take a wild flying guess who's doing the talking here. ^_~ Mortal Kombat not mine. Characters mine. You take, I keel j00 d34d. D34D I say.
"How in hell you're managing this?"
"Knowing how some people treat their body like a temple?" He grinned. "I'm'n amusement park."
"Yer gonna kill yerself one day," she said with a frown.
He blinked. "What's makin' you think I wanna live?"
"Shutting up an' sticking your arm out."
"I hate bandages."
"Coulda fooled me."
"Yer right pretty, you know that?"
"Knowing you say that to all the girls. An' only to me when I got antiseptic in my hand. Which is creepy enough on it's own. So please, just shutting up."
"YEAOW! Hurts hurtshurtshurtssssss....SHIT..."
"All fixed now."
"...Please touch me again."
"Get out."
"Oh, right, an' now you'll never call me. 'EY! No need to kick, I'm going, I'm going...an' thanks."
"Don't mention it. In fact let's never talk about it again."
"You're jealous," he said, amazed.
She smiled stiffly and slammed the door in his face.
Cough worse. Lungs hurt. On the other hand, my skull has finally stopped leaking.
Spinning on the Wheel, the souls of ONE evolving...
[...]I'm the master of my wheel, of my very own wheel, universal and recurrent
Class in about thirty. *Sigh.*
MEGACON '05 tomorrow. ^____^
*SNEEZE.*