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backdated to february 5.
[ Dictated while fiddling with his new iPod, one earbud in his ear, the other left hanging ]
Music. Your favourite from your world or that you heard here. What is it?
[ Action for le house. He shuts the journal and pushes one of the dogs aside as he gets up to look for Allen. Anyone else in the house is bound to run into him. Relevant to Ino's interests, he's shirtless. Again. ]
Allen! You here?
Music. Your favourite from your world or that you heard here. What is it?
[ Action for le house. He shuts the journal and pushes one of the dogs aside as he gets up to look for Allen. Anyone else in the house is bound to run into him. Relevant to Ino's interests, he's shirtless. Again. ]
Allen! You here?

Action forever
What do you want with him?
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I want to ask him something about birthdays. Does that satisfy you?
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Not really. What on earth could you want to know about that, that you do not already? [People were born then, WHAT ELSE MATTERS?]
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I have yet to see him.
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[ He could filter something. But nah, it can wait. ]
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[Aka fuck if he knows]
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[ He smiles and claps Arthur on the shoulder amicably before strolling past him. ]
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Besides, he's never had any interest in relaying his own personal problems before, and if Gwaine had bothered to get to know him the way he'd bothered to with Allen, he might have picked up on it sooner. So he's just going to slam his bedroom door shut and marks it a lost cause]