The one where you're crumpled bonelessly in a spent, unmoving heap…
and all they do is chortle?
Like they didn't have a thing to do with your current condition...
and you are simply too amusing for words?
Yeah.
That thing.
I hate that thing.
Well ok, so maybe the boneless and spent part isn't that bad…
But that chortle has to go.
I mean, really.
How annoying.
Just… stop.
And I'm going to tell him that…
…just as soon as I can move again.
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i love that languorous feeling. All melty bones and brain-drained. He laughs sometimes, especially if I'm trying to say something...I can't seem to form words. In fact, this is the state that I think is his personal goal to drive me to.
I think he considers it "job well done"....
nilla
Sure you are. Going to tell him. Uh huh. :)
n-
yeah…
I don't understand why he won't take an incoherent mumble as sufficient answer to, "Are you okay?"…
It's not MY fault you blew my brains right through the top of my skull…
;-)
lm-
dammit!
I'd hope to pull that one off!
no, huh?
;-p
I love that feeling too, and so does Master. Looking forward to hearing about when you telling Him about His chortle....
j-
"Boldly Brave Sir Robin… bravely ran away…"
;-p
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