http://otaconic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] otaconic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed 2009-01-12 05:36 pm (UTC)

Nothing, Snake.

[He moves towards the sink and reaches for a small cup, filling it with water. He rests it on the counter beside the bed, before crouching down to stare at Dave.]

You'll drink this when your head clears up.

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