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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

Comments

[cantacquityou]

Then I'll simply refrain from speaking of them.

[takethat]

That doesn't really solve the problem... and anyway, you should be able to talk to me... ...I'll just try to stop feeling so strongly about it.

[cantacquityou]

I have never divulged any of this to anyone before.

[takethat]

I'm sorry I'm not a perfect listener when it comes to this kind of thing...

[A sigh.]

I'm trying to improve, okay? Because... I want you to be able to confide in me. So please don't stop talking when you need to...

[Just give him time to work out how to handle feelings he's never really had to deal with before.]

[cantacquityou]

You certainly are a funny fellow. Many men prefer partners with quite a bit of experience. In fact, they were all quite unnerved to hear of how little I'd claimed.

[takethat]

I'd think you'd know by know that I'm not like most other men.

[cantacquityou]

They all said that too, you know. No one seems to like being compared.

[takethat]

I'd like to think I've proved it. At least a little.

[cantacquityou]

No one has ever had this sort of effect on me, that is for certain. I am still convinced I have gone insane.

[Strokety stroke.]

[takethat]

I think you've gone insane, too. But... you know. That's because I never thought for a moment, during all those knock-down drag-out fights with you in court, that you'd ever be snuggling with me and telling me I do things to you.

[cantacquityou]

...That goes without saying. You do quite a lot of things to me on a regular basis.

[takethat]

You know what I mean. I do things [and here, he performs some sort of wriggling that may very well be an attempt at being seductive] to you.

[cantacquityou]

Was that supposed to be any different than what I had meant?

[takethat]

[Have an elbow to the stomach.

Gently. Ish.]

[cantacquityou]

I don't know what I would do without you, either.

It seems as though either way I'd be insane.

1/2

[takethat]

...

2/2

[takethat]

Miles, how wonderfully cheesy!! I'm so proud of you!

[He's really not joking around. He's incredibly pleased.]

[cantacquityou]

Just what the hell was that sudden outburst!?

[takethat]

You're so sweet! You should say sappy things more often. I love it.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, shut up.

[takethat]

I mean it... I eat that stuff up--you know that.

[cantacquityou]

Oh, really? Because you seemed a bit horrified for a second there.

[takethat]

Just surprised. Pleasantly!

[cantacquityou]

Just go to sleep.

[takethat]

Absolutely not.

[Not without those painkillers, anyway.]