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[miss_dreavus]

Just what went on in that chat? By the time I remembered just how to get in everybody was leaving in disgust.

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you are dead this is so awkward

Oh, uh. Just some TMI. More than I ever needed to know about some people.

[miss_dreavus]

I am the ghost of a one night stand ooOOoooOOo

I see. Isn't that chat supposed to be for homework purposes?

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It's supposed to be. I think people just use it more for idle conversation.

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[ihaswillpower]

[The only reason Azelf bothered to stay in the school because his family, with the exception of Palkia, are no longer home. He can understand Uxie's reasoning of being in Smash Academy, but he had yet asked the others why. Why not return to Sinnoh and leave this dump behind? There's nothing so special about a school that teaches things you'll likely forget an hour later. But at the same time, the citizens of FDC, as well as the students and faculty, needed willpower, something he can easily give without question. That's likely another reason why he's sticking around. Because he's needed and that's a need he can't live without

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[Falcon had long since resigned himself to the fact that if he set himself up in the parking lot, he was sure to be bothered. This time, however, it was from a student--a presumed student, anyway, as the botherer in question appeared to be a Pokemon--that he didn't recognize.

Also, the talking in his head was more than enough to set him on guard. Telepathy was just weird, man.

He looks up, and raises an eyebrow.]

Uh. Sure. You are?

[ihaswillpower]

[You best get to used to it, since this is the only way for him to communicate with others when not on the network.]

~ I'm Azelf, the Being of Willpower! And don't you forget it! ~

[He says this while pointing to himself with a smirk on his face, giving off some sort of vibe that says he's proud to be what he is. Who wouldn't be?]

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[Pokemon sure are weird. First Knowledge, now Willpower. Oh no is this another one of Bob's. He sets down his wrench.]

Right. New student?

[badasscopters]

Aw, come on.

I could've been more descriptive, if you would've liked that more.

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No, no. That's okay.

Think of the children.

[badasscopters]

Well, hey, there ain't children here anymore, so I'll just satisfy everything.

'Cause, you know, like you wanna know my dick size and everything.

By the way, it's six inches.

[Goose you douche, stop that.]

[pedaltothemetal]

So, like, is this your secondary fetish? Shoving your TMI onto people that don't want it?

[tank_rockarms]

How do I open this thing you sent me in the email?

[pedaltothemetal]

It's an attachment. Right click and "Save As".

[tank_rockarms]

Okay, now what?

[pedaltothemetal]

[IS THIS REAL LIFE]

Open the file.

WALL O TEXT ACTIVATE also this is gay

[icequeen_aran]

Samus was a light sleeper, and Falcon did not suffer with bouts of insomnia alone. She knew both him and her handled their sleepless nights differently, and generally there was little to nothing the other could do to alleviate it. You couldn't sleep, you made use of you energy; you worked on something, drove somewhere, dicked around on the internet until your brain and body decided to miraculously cooperate and allow for sleep again. That was usual.

The buzz of a shaver was slightly unusual. "Falcon... come back to bed." She mumbled, uncertain if he heard and certain he would not listen if he had. The sound of the shaver stopping and the bike engine starting only solidified that, and soon it had left the garage of the firehouse and into the distance

shut up I will punch you.

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And indeed, the cat Falcon came back, at the bright and early hour of half-past six in the morning. The disturbance in the kitchen did not go unnoticed. Post-its were found when Falcon searched the fridge and the cupboards for something to eat, in the event it would help him get back to sleep. Breakfast would have to wait, however, until he was less sandy and gross.

So he took the aforementioned shower and pulled on clean boxers, taking note of the fact that Samus had apparently cleaned up the bathroom while he was gone. The words on the post-its stuck in his mind and convinced him to give sleep one more shot--maybe it would be easier now that he'd exhausted himself. And maybe it would be easier because Samus was still in bed.

Quietly, so as not to wake her (he was sort of feeling guilty that his spontaneous haircut apparently took care of that already), he slid under the covers next to her, arms snaking around her waist.

[icequeen_aran]

If not the buzzing shaver than the sound of a motorcycle engine starting would have certainly woken her. But for now, Samus was woken by not the sounds of a machine but something more natural and gentle. She rolled over until she was facing him, nearly nose-to-nose.

"Good morning." It was difficult not to smile knowing it didn't take more than one evening for him to return, and that he did come back in one piece. Her hands ran up and cupped his cheeks and then her eyes traveled upwards. "Fuzzhead." It was difficult to not want to touch said fuzzhead with the same kind of child-like curiosity she had one year ago. Last year his hair had been taken from him unwillingly, so there was less apprehension about it now that it had been his choice... even if made in some sort of brooding it-is-my-birthday-and-I-look-like-a-dead-guy-possibly decision.

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"Morning." He mumbled back, sinking into the mattress and pillows. Falcon laughed softly at "fuzzhead". Just a year ago he'd more-or-less flipped his shit over the loss of his hair, but somehow a haircut of his own volition was perfectly acceptable. That, and having short hair for an entire year had sort of made him begrudgingly get used to it. He did make sure to keep it just a bit longer than "actually, legitimately shaved off", as it had been last April.

"Sorry if I woke you up."