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[cardoperatedboy]

What the hell, Real Thing?! Take these handcuffs off right now! Do you wanna fight?!

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[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*stands up before his body can start to fade*

[cardoperatedboy]

[so you've got a body dangling from your wrist. Hot.]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*yah I'm way too cool be creeped out by this

...r-rez already*

[cardoperatedboy]

[trickle of blood from the corner of his lips]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

. . .

*pokes with toe*

[cardoperatedboy]

[GASPS FOR AIR, SITTING UP]

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

About time.

[cardoperatedboy]

Huh? Real thing?? What's going o--

Why am I handcuffed to you?!

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Camp effect.

[cardoperatedboy]

Oh. Tch.

We'd better get them removed as fast as possible. I don't wanna be stuck to you longer than I have to.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Trust me. I'm already more than ready to not be this close to you again ever.

Let's... go get some cake.

[cardoperatedboy]

It just started! Don't be such a dick! Besides, it sucks for me way more than for you.

...Cake? I like cake.

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

Then you shouldn't have any trouble leaving me alone after this.

You would.

[cardoperatedboy]

Of course. Who'd want to be around you?

What the hell's that supposed to mean?! You wanna fight?

[dressindarkness.livejournal.com]

*grabs him by the back of the head and shoves him along next to him as he starts walking*

No. We're getting cake.

[cardoperatedboy]

[ads;jta; okay okay walking with] Fine. But I get to choose what kind.