I’m carving words in my arms, baby[;;Open]

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He sighed. The last place he truly wanted to be was here. Just because they thought he was 'sick' or some shit like that. Claudias thought he was fine. Great, Peachy. The last place he needed to be was in this hell hole. He crossed his thin arms over his chest, giving him a very 'five year old pissed off' He leaned against the wall. He loved being in the hall way. It was fairly settle, not much happened here. He could sit and watch people walk by without too much.

He didn't really sit, he more leaned against the wall. He brought the arm of his jacket sleeve to his nose and breathed in, if the boy thought hard enough, he could nearly almost, maybe, smell Richard, not really but it was a habit. He hoped he was only here for a short period of time. A place like this really put a damper on the 'will become prefect, will hit my prefect weight' plan. Claudias hasn't found a prefect weight yet, but by his reckoning and thought process, he feels he needs to be about ten or so pounds lighter. 90 is just too much, he feels maybe 80, 75 would be prefect, maybe lighter. He was just so huge now. He looked at the wall, the blank white-ness of it all He couldn't stand it. He needed color. Maybe a soft blue, a happy green? Nothing too intense, but something besides white. It was blinding.

He touched his hair and let his hands run through it. He let a handful of hair fall to the ground. He was sixteen..and three months old, and balding. He would never be prefect like this. How could a bald person be prefect? They can't, that's how. His chest tightened as he thought. He ground his teeth and let himself slide down to the floor, a thump was heard from the bony butt of the tiny boy. He sat there, watching.

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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

Most of the doctor's sessions were taking a break for a while, and David was relieved to find that he had two hours of free time to wander the halls; a nice break from watching patients ramble on about things that didn't exist. Maybe he could actually manage not to get lost this time. Smiling slightly to himself, he turned down a random hallway and walked forward. A ball of string would be useful here, but at least he still had the map he had gotten on the first day. He wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was going, and only stopped when he almost tripped on something human-sized and warm. Making a small squeaking sound, he jumped back, regaining his balance and staring down at the boy.

"Ah, I'm so sor..ry. I wasn't looking where ... I was going!" he said hurriedly. Well, as hurriedly as he could without being incomprehensible. He would be in so much trouble if he had accidentally hurt someone, especially one of the patients. "Are you ok...ay?"

notes it's short, it's hideously short. i'm so sorry.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias was looking looking to the right when he felt the kick. He yelped and looked up "Oh" He said, the boy stood up reaching his full height of 5' 4 and a half, in the shoes he wore. He looked up at the taller man. He looked like a doctor or a nurse? Nurse. Male Nurse. Loser. He rose a single eyebrow, the shrugged, he fixed his sweater, touched his head. "All in one piece. I'm good" He said. The poor man looked scared shitless. Well, Claudias could get him in some major trouble, but if he really was a nurse and he took some of Claudias's blood? He could make it really hurt, seeing as his veins were very stiff from the lack of nutritive in his body.

The boy placed his hands into his pockets, then removed them, he remember how putting your hands into your jacket pockets can pull from the back and show off your back fat. That was the last thing Claudias wanted. To show off his back fat. He looked back to the blond-ish man. "I'm Claudias"He added, seeing as the man-nurse looked new. "Patient, low profile"He said, a rehearsed greeting and he stuck out a bony hand for a hand shake. His awkward large bird eyes looked at the man. He was about to ask if he was a nurse, but apparently assuming things about others and then asking if you were correct was rude or something. Richard explained it once.

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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

David relaxed a bit when the boy said he was just fine, but he was still nervous. Yes, scared shitless. The boy was skinny, seriously skinny. It was almost scary, how much he looked like a living skeleton. Dave backed away a bit. There was still the possibility that he had somehow hurt the boy, and Dave didn't like the idea of being sent back to the college, a.k.a, fired. That would be horrible. he wouldn't get his extra credit. In fact, his grades would probably go down signifigantly. It was a terrifying thought for the student devoted to his schoolwork. Worse than being sent to limbo; and he would end up homeless, or working at McDonald's... but anyway. Dave steered himself away from those thoughts and brought himself back into the current situation. The current... extremely awkward situation.

When the boy introduced himself, Dave got a little happier. He hadn't talked one-on-one with a patient, and it should be interesting. Or it could get him fired, but yeah, Dave refused to go there again. He took the boy's hand in his own and shook it, then returned it to his side, where it hung awkwardly, with no real purpose. Dave's pants didn't have any pockets today, so to give them somewhere to stay, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt. It was a little odd, but Dave thought that it was better than his hands just sitting in empty space.

"Um... my name's Dave. I'm one of the interns, just got here yes... terday." he said nervously. At least he had something to say now. Small talk, sure, and it filled the silence that Dave normally adored, but he felt guilty for tripping over Claudias, and therefore obliged to make a conversation, no matter how empty of emotion the words were.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias looked at himself. Dave, the intern, was looking at him. Was he fat? He did do something wrong? was something off? Did this man notice how he was like a midget godzilla? Claudias panicked. He did something, it was wrong. What did he do? He sent a smile to his face, he shook the man's hand. So he wasn't a man-nurse.Interesting. He so looked like a nurse. He guessed that maybe he should have known that by the lack of scrubs, but casual Wednesday? He didn't know! Maybe.

"A pleasure to meet you"He said. Interns are like baby doctors..so what he said to 'Dave' would go onto his doctor, right? Right. He must watch how he acted, said, interacted with the man. He was dead set on going home soon. He had things to do and needed the absence of his parents in which to achive his goals. Claudias moved his hand back to his side and fiddled with the hem of his jacket, making sure it covered everything, making sure he didn't look as huge as he was.

Claudias watched him, he looked like a puppy thats been kicked too many times. "Uhm, Dave?"He started, again, the ginger eyebrow rose 'Are you alright?"He asked. Maybe he stank? That why he's so scared. Yea, Claudias stank...Of what though? Claudias tried to think, he did put on cologne, the kids stuff his mom got him at the mall every year. It was placed into a plastic bottle, and was checked regularly. He pouted, thinking. He wished he knew what was wrong, what he did to set off this man. He looked at his black shoes, maybe his jeans are too tight? Too ugly? Was there a stain on his shirt? Claudias looked back to Dave. He chewed his lip.

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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

Dave was still nervous, though on a much smaller scale than he had been when he accidentally kicked Claudias. It unnerved him how he kept fidgeting. He looked as nervous as Dave himself did. Maybe he was scared of staff, or something. If that was it, he should leave now. Dave didn't think that he was scary, but if this boy didn't like him, it was his obligation to leave. He was halfway through the process of turning around when Claudias asked if he was okay. Of course he wasn't okay, he was probably going to get fired! But he couldn't tell one of the patients that. "Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine. Just ... thinking." he said lamely. Thinking, yeah... about how he was going to get fired. But if Dave didn't look 'okay' to Claudias, he didn't want to ponder too long on how Claudias looked to Dave. Like a dead rat, or something. But that was just being rude.

Dave took a deep breath and tried to think about things positively. No, he wasn't going to get fired. He was going to be scolded for tripping over one of the patients and reminded that it was the doctor's job to talk to them, not David's. But he still didn't see what was wrong with socializing, at least, not with the calmer ones. He supposed there was danger in talking to the High Profile ones, so he'd try to avoid them. So he wouldn't get fired! Yeah, that was positive. At least, positive enough to calm Dave down a bit.

Claudias still looked nervous, though. Dave felt a little guilty about that. He stood there for a moment, trying to think of what he could do to help. The list was pretty short. He could leave, or he could act more like a normal human being and start up a real conversation. He decided on the second one.

"So," he said, pulling up a smile, though not without effort. It was for the best. "So, what brings you here? The hall...ways are pretty de... serted at this time of day, aren't they?"

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

The child blinked. Thinking? About what? What will he tell his doctor? Who is his doctor, any ways? He forgot. He never met him, Not yet anyways. Maybe. He'd remember the person whoes keeping him here or not. Claudias smiled at the man, wanting him to like him. He knew he wasn't the prettiest of people, but if the intern liked you, they'd say something good to the doctor and the doctor would let you leave. Dave is his intern that shall help him get out.

"What are you thinking about, sir?"He asked, looking up at the man, a dorky 'I am trying to please you' smile on his face. His red hair fell into his face, he pushed it out of the way, ignoring the hairs that fell out from the simple movement. His hair was dead, more dead then normal hair. His body just couldn't grow hair and keep itself alive. Claudias just assumed that it was, again, just another flaw, another notch against his idle of being prefect.

Heshrugged. Why was he here? Here as in Lucid Manor or here as in this hallway. He'd rather answer the second. "I like hall ways"He said "I can people watch, and have some freedom from roomates, group, doctors, nurses"He smiled and Dave and sent him an awkward wink "But not rouge feet and new interns" He laughed and looked at the man "Where were you headed?"He asked, looking down the hallway that Dave was headed. He couldn't remember what was down there, being new himself. He blinked again and looked down. Looking at one person for to long is wierd, right? Richard said so. It must be true.

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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

Dave blinked in surprised when Claudias had his attitude change. Suddenly he was all nicey-nicey. Not that it was bad, but it was kind of creepy how fast his personality had changed. Of course, Claudias was one of the patients. Maybe he just had split personality disorder or something. It was possible; everything was possible here, in the twisted minds of these patients.

He couldn't very well tell Claudias that he had been thinking about how he looked a lot like a dead rat. For the second time in two days, he made something up on the spot. "I was thinking.. about.." he glanced around for a muse, and was relieved to find one. "How clean it is here!" Yeah, that would work. "I just... um... never thought that such a big place could be so clean. There are a lot... of people here," he finished lamely. Maybe Claudias would believe that cleanliness was what Dave was thinking about, maybe he wouldn't. The boy seemed smart enough, though this new attitude was still a tad unnerving. Like a mechanical doll programed only to make a good impression in the minds of others.

No matter how unnerving, there was a conversation between the two of them, and Dave was determined to keep it going. "People watching doesn't work as well when you're in danger of being tripped over," he said cautiously. He forced a small laugh. "But I really am sorry for that, I didn't mean to kick you. And I was headed for.. um.." Truthfully, Dave wasn't really headed for anywhere in general. He, like Claudias, didn't know what was down the hallway. That had been his reason for coming down here in the first place, but it didn't sound very mature to say that he had been exploring. "I was.. um... going to meet one of the doctors." he said weakly, wincing at how horrible this excuse was. Sure, it was true, but the next time he needed to be in the presence of a doctor was two hours from now. It wouldn't take that long to walk through the building. Too late it occured to him that Claudias, as a patient, may not react well to the mention of doctors.

Oops.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias didn't think of how wierd it must seem to others from going from awkward and shy to nice and forth-coming. He needed out of this place, hopefully within the month? He'd prefer,maybe, the end of the week, but he doubts that could happen. He was acting nice to make sure Dave liked him enough to tell mister doctor that he's awesome and stuff and healthy and ready to get the fuck out of dodge.

He nodded "It is really clean"He agreed "I wish there were some other colors, ya know"He said and leaned against the wall. He was tired,sure. He was always tired, cold, and little thirsty. It came with trying to be prefect. And the skipping meals, and the over eating then puking. He enjoied the empty feeling he had right now. There hasn't been a call for food yet. Claudias was happy. He loved that feeling. It was prefect, the one thing about him.

The sixteen year old blinked. Doctor? Which doctor? His doctor? Has he done something wrong? Too gleeful about being tired? Too wrong in some way? What caused him to need to see a doctor. He looked at Dave "Oh?"He asked, nodding "Which one?" He casullay threw out there, not that he really remembered his doctor's name, but he could see if it was his. If it was.Oh boy. Dave could ask for anything and Claudias would o it if it meant getting out, free. He fixed his hoodie around the arm section, covering his bony wrists and forearms. He didn't feel as bony as he looked.
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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

It was odd how the conversation between patient and intern just... died. Shit, had the comment about doctors made Claudias mad? Dave prayed to whatever was up there that he didn't have a violent outburst, like David had seen some of the other kids do. If he did, Dave didn't think his guilty brain could survive it. First he accidentally kicked the kid, then he brought up an almost forbidden topic, how much more stupid was he going to get?! He tensed up, watching Claudias warily, like a wounded animal. If the boy had any negative reactions, Dave was ready to jump away at the first sign of trouble. He wasn't exactly a fast runner, but even a second's head start could help! When the boy remained fairly calm (though the conversation did die) Dave relaxed a bit, but his eyes were still filled with caution.

When the boy finally started talking again, Dave was more than ready to fill the silence. Normally, he practically worshiped silence, adored it like it was his own family, but this type of silence scared him. A lot of things scared him. Even Claudias scared him. Well, this doll version of Claudias did. The Claudias that he had tripped over was actually quite cute, now that he thought about it. But, eventually, Dave had to respond to the little doll. "Oh... yeah... colors would be nice, wouldn't they..? I guess the painters were... out of colored paint?" Out of colored paint. Dave almost swore out loud. Out of colored paint. That was, by far, the stupidest thing he had ever said, other than the cliché "You're breaking up with me?" line uttered by so many highschoolers.

Then Claudias asked what doctor he was going to report to, and Dave was thrown into utter panic. He didn't know any of the doctors, he had just made that up! "U-umm... D-doctor... Doctor.... Logan!" he flung out Logan's name randomly. Yeah, Logan might kill him for saying it, but he was the only doctor he knew! Now that the particularly sticky situation had been avoided, Dave was free to think. If Claudias really wanted to know what doctor he was reporting to, then he probably hadn't upset him that much. Dave was suddenly so relaxed that he practically went limp, almost falling over before steadying himself and returning his gaze do the patient. "Why do you want to know?"

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias blinked. He noticed nothing wrong. He felt the same. He looked away from Dave, and off behind the man, or well, around him, he can't even dream about looking over him without hopping, and Claudias does not hop. He can't risk his shirt going up and everyone seeing all that mess. He yawned, and rubbed his face. He looked at Dave. Who was looking at him, the boy flushed red and looked down. Getting caught looking at someone, who by all accounts, isn't that bad looking, causes blushing of the boy.

He looked at Dave as he flustered about with himself. 'Out of COlored paint'?? He laughed, like smile took over his whole face laugh, well his smile normally does that anyways, but it was intense. He couldn't help it. Out of Colored Paint was too funny. He hadn't laughed this hard since before Richard. He breathed in, calming himself, his face still red, "Dave, your a hoot"He said, and shook his head, thinking that David said 'Out of Colored Paint' on purpose. He thought it was the funniest thing ever.

He blinked. Logan. That sounded oddly filmar. Claudias shrugged "I haven't met my doctor yet"He said "I'm new"He added, and fixed his shirt, it had moved around with Claudias's laughing. He didn't want anyone to see him. "Well, I was just interested, is all"He added and looked at the ceiling, then to the floor, he can't meet a person's eye when he lies. He wanted to know which doctor to want to have. Logan. He wants logan. David is his ticket out. Logan is who he wants. Logan signs the paper work, Claudias gets out, becomes prefect, wins back the love of his young teenage hormones, live a happy life, and become a Math person. His life was set. Except he was stuck in here. He pouted. Looking at David, he got an idea "David, Are you scared of anything?"He asked, blinking his eyes.
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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

The boy was fidgeting again. When was he going to stop? Dave supposed that it was time to fire Claudias' question back at him, as Dave was now mildly curious at what exactly would shock the boy out of this robotic state. "Claudias... are you okay?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. Part of him really was concerned, part of him scared, but the part that had asked the question just wanted the patient to stop acting like a servant. It was just... disturbing. Disturbing enough that David was willing to do almost anything to get the child out of that state.

As Claudias started laughing about his comment of 'out of colored paint', Dave felt his cheeks grow suddenly warm. He hadn't meant for it to be funny, it was a mistake! And now this boy was laughing at him like he was a circus clown (though Dave had never laughed at a clown before, he had just run away from them). Dave was so embarrassed! He forced a weak laugh out of his mouth, but it sounded more like he was choking. He hadn't meant to say that, he hadn't meant to say that! This boy, this doll, this Claudias which he now realized he was kind of attached to, was laughing! Laughing at him.

Dave was relieved at the abrupt subject change. "Y-yeah..." he mumbled. "I'm new too... just got here yesterday." He didn't respond to the boy's response about just being 'interested'. He couldn't really think of how to respond to it. This conversation was making his brain tired. Wait... was he scared of anything? What kind of question was that? Sure, Dave was scared of almost everything. Claudias, for instance. Dave was scared of Claudias. "Yeah... a few things. Violence I guess.. blood, spiders..." he mumbled. He wasn't telling the boy any more than that, he flat out refused.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He smiled "Your too funny"He said, still giggling to himself about the Colored paint thing. It was great. Claudias would tell that one forever now. SOmeone would be like "HEY. Why is your shirt white? and Claudias would be all "They are all out of colored paint!" Then people would think he was funny or something.

The boy blinked. Was he okay? "Not really"He answered, nodding, scrunching up his mouth to side of his face, as he thought "I don't feel I should be here"He started "I'm not crazy.He nodded and fixed his hair again "All I want to do is loose about fifteen pounds and be prefect. I see nothing insane about having a reachable goal and a tangible idea of what prefect is." He stated and gave Dave the most 'I am completely sane' look he had. "My parents just think I have some stupid eating disorder...thingy"He rolled those owl eyes of his. "I don't. I researched it. I don't need 'Thinspriation' nor am I a teenage girl" He said, like only teenage girls have eating disorders. "I really just want to get out of here and get on with my life" He finished his little rant, then flushed "Sorry, you only wanted a yes or no, and you'd preferred I simply said yes"He said, looking at David "You were only asking to be polite"He added.

The boy looked at his feet, then back up. "Spiders are the worst!They are like.."He paused trying to think of a good thing to compare those icky buys too "Like, Satan"He decided, nodding "Although they do a worth-while task.."He added as an afterthought.
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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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[maxiecat]

David was shocked when the boy actually responded to his question. The answer worried him, it worred him a lot. He bit his lip, looking at the floor. Dave loved to help people, he just preferred to do it anonymously. But he couldn't just drop off a card in the patient's room. Taking a deep breath, Dave started talking, stuttering to a stop every second or so, then starting up again. "Uh... um... Claudias. You know that... everyone's pretty... perfect... just, in their own way? You don't... have to try so hard. 'Cause you're... already doing really well. Um... I think... if you lose too much weight... it would be bad for you?" Dave was worried he had gone to far already, but he pressed on. "I think... to get out of here, you... have to stop trying to be so perfect?" There was the bomb. Dave almost cringed backwards, expecting the child to scorn him or get angry, or, as a worst case scenario, laugh some more. "I wasn't asking... just to be polite," he mumbled defensively. From what he was getting from Claudias, it almost seemed like most of the doctors here didn't act like they cared much about the patients. How horrible.

"Yeah, spiders are pretty bad... but without them, the world would be overrun with bugs.." he said, his voice still quiet. To Dave, it seemed like even a whisper would shatter the tension that his little speech had caused.

He didn't know why he had said that, so he tried analyzing his thoughts like they had taught everyone to do in his psychology class. He was tired, but he still came up with some good results. Logically, he was probably still missing Jake, and therefore when Claudias said that he wasn't perfect, it sounded to him almost like saying that the patients here weren't perfect, even though Dave knew that wasn't what the boy had meant. Dave supposed that it had sounded to his subconscious mind almost like Claudias was saying Jake wasn't perfect, and Dave therefore felt he had to defend his friend, even though he hadn't seen him in years. Now that he thought about it, Claudias was the first patient he got to have a real conversation with, so it was probably bring up memories of Jake? Simplified, Dave just comforted himself that he only contradicted Claudias because the child reminded him of Jake. he was, after all, around the age Jake was the last time Dave had seen him. Of course, to Claudias this whole thought process would just look like Dave was getting depressed, or something.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He listened to Dave. He was prefect? He. Claudias Asher Germal. Prefect. Pshh. Yea right. His nose was too big, his eyes too big, he was bad in social settings, had no real tact. He couldn't keep a boyfriend, his parents didn't want him and his now ex, didn't want because of his weight. Claudias saw nothing prefect about any of that. He blinked at David "Thank you"He said, a soft smile reached his face. He blinked.

Be less prefect?

He has to prefect. He doesn't get it. Why would some intern understand? David doesn't get it. That's why he said be less the prefect.
Claudias shook his head "NoNoNo"He said, a faint, near desperate giggle was heard mixing with his voice "I have to prefect" He said "It's the only way they'll like me" He added "A-And,if I'm not prefect, they won't like me....And if they don't like me, they won't spend time with me, then I'll be alone again and Mom won't want to see me and "He said, panic filling his body, he played with the end of his jacket. He took a deep breath "I have to prefect"He said again, running his hands over his hair, not caring about all the hair that was falling out. It was already so thin, it didn't really matter. He had his goal. Nothing Dave said could change it. Being prefect would mean his parents loved him. He needed that love.

Claudias nodded, slowly, the whole spider thing had been pushed to the back of his mind, he was more worried about keeping on track. He had his goals all lined out. Get out within the month, become pretty, get married in New York. He had to follow that thought process. He can;t vary off of it. How could he? It was prefect. He needed prefect. He nodded to whatever it was David was thinking. He looked at the man, after a few second, he noticed how sad the man looked, but he couldn't figure out why.
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NOTES: Sorry it sucked
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
OUTFIT: C L I C K
LYRICS: Jay Brannan
TAGGED: Open

CREDITS: KITTYKATS of caution 2.0 made
this template,
don't say you made it,
that's just not cool.

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