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[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[This post is typed painstakingly slow, on account of F.X. only having one hand to type with.]

[F.X. enters his and endlesswarfare's 4th floor "office" with the bloody stump of his right arm covered in his suit jacket.

Something has gone wrong.]

Vermon! Vermon, I need-- heck with it. John! WE HAVE A SITUATION.




[ooc: For endlesswarfare, obviously. Do not interfere.]

Comments

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[What, together?]

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, solving murder mysteries before having a threesome with him.]

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[Oh BB, y so classy.]

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[Shut up, he writes more exciting stories than you do. With cake in it.]

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[...You're disgusting.]

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[Get your mind out of the gutter.]

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[There is no way you mean actual cake.]

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[DELICIOUS CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH FUDGE FROSTING AND ICING INSIDE]

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[...You have weird fetishes.]

[endlesswarfare.livejournal.com]

[As do you, Mr. 170 pounds of pure panther power.]