text; j.todd

[theartofmadness]

two questions:

1. who the fuck can open the rec room so i can punch some shit, unless one of you assholes feel inclined to get decked.

2. advil, bro. where the fuck's that at.

Comments

[nineteenfortyfive]

I meant for the fighting. You're new.

[theartofmadness]

something something assert dominance. aint that how it goes?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Not here.

[theartofmadness]

hows it go here, clair

[nineteenfortyfive]

Rhys and Travis are not role models, for one.

[theartofmadness]

who said i thought they were?

( come on, lady. he's not that dumb. he's restless and fighting is what he knows. )

[nineteenfortyfive]

I just have to check. I can't deal with that duo turning into a trio.

[theartofmadness]

oh don't worry, i come with my own host of terror.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Very encouraging.

I can give you something for your headache, if you'd like to come to the infirmary. Or I can come to you. Your choice.

[theartofmadness]

i try my best. but fine, i'll be there in a sec.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'll meet you outside.

[Since she'd have to let him in, anyway.]

[theartofmadness]

sorry grams, something came up. see ya in an hour ( He's gotta defend his ball-honor!! )

[nineteenfortyfive]

[GRAMS... kids these days.]