[Woof]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake grunts as he jerks awake, stiffly, since he fell asleep on the floor in the hallway real classy-like.  Next to him is an empty whiskey bottle.  He groans and runs his hands over his face and even though no one is around to see it, he's still embarrassed.  He hopes that he didn't do anything stupid.]

Hn?

[Something on his neck is 'itching' him.  Snake touches his neck to scratch and he feels something leathery.]

[He woke up with it on; a simple brown collar with soft, blue kidskin lining. He doesn't like it.  It has a damn ring on the front...where someone could potentially attach a lead.  Great.]

What...the Hell?

Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?

[This Nexus is really starting to get on his last nerve...and Snake's last nerve must be pretty strong-]

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[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[She held her face in her hands]

With all the terrible things I have done... I probably should be dead...

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...I could say the same.

There's no point in that frame of thought.

[He sighs heavily.]

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[She looked up at him again]

I suppose you are right.

[she got off the floor and sat on the end of the bed.]

How's your head feeling?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

It hurts like Hell.

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

I suppose I should let you get some sleep then. I hope you start to feel better...

[She got off the bed and made her way to the door]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hn.

[He rests his arm over his eyes and mentally prepares to sleep.]