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Baileigh Solis ([personal profile] deep_red_bells) wrote2008-07-15 12:54 pm
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[locked to Cain]

We gotta chat, Callahan.
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[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
It's a hell of a fucked up thing, but I think of all the folks in all the world? You're the only one I really am with. Like that, y'know?

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Bee, shut it. I mean it, don't do this again.

You're good for me. Period. There ain't a goddamn thing in the world wrong with that.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

...Bee? Thanks. I know you're prolly just getting into this for Hank's sake, and it means everything to me.

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
I know some of you guys still aren't happy with me for leaving, but I don't care. You're still my friends, no matter where I am.

Speaking of which, we're leaving soon? So call me later so I can tell you where we're headed.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
If Hank's still giving you shit, just tell me and I'll call her on it.

Not a prob, Bee. I'll give you a buzz this evening. That's okay for you, right? Still can't keep these damn time zones straight...

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
No, she's not, it's...

Nothing.

Ten hours ahead, I think. But it's fine. I'll be up. I don't sleep much.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Hey...talk to me, yo. What's wrong?

Got it...but fuckin' stop it. You need sleep, ai'ight?

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's nothing. It's really dumb.

I sleep a few hours during the day, usually. Don't start pulling that doctor crap on me. You know slayers don't need much sleep.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
You should hear some of the crap I been dealing with from Queen Sass herself. Try me, c'mon.

Fuck you, my doctor crap's all I got left. You know I worry...paternal instincts, fucking humor me.

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
I really don't want to. It's really dumb.

I'm fine, really...though I did slice the hell out of my hands last night. Long story, but GOD, they just ached for hours.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, what're friends for if not to listen to the dumb shit?

If you still got any open cuts, rinse 'em in salt water. Clean and cauterize 'em. Ice 'em down, and double up on the Advil. With food, goddamnit, don't let me catch you taking that shit on an empty stomach again.

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't like making myself feel or sound dumb, though.

Nah, they're all closed up. Pretty much healed. I don't think they'll even scar.

[identity profile] fear-noevil.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Between friends, ain't shit that's really dumb, Bee. I think if Hank was here, she'd call you a moron for thinkin' it. *tries not to smile*

Long as they feel better. Take the Advil anyway, just to be sure, ai'ight?

[identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com 2008-07-17 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Just drop it.
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