King of the World

You're always so certain you got it all figured out.

*rolls back over, an arm flopping on top of Kilik in the process*

An' I probably should just keep on lettin' you talk, but I was tryin' to sleep here...

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[lifts the arm up and drops it back down onto the bed]

There is no comfort in sleeping here ... This bed isn't even large enough for both of us.

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Hey hey hey, easy with the goods.

*isn't quite so juvenile as to drop his arm back onto him again, but shifts around -- any way you cut it, they're going to end up touching, what with the size of the bed and the size of the people on it.*

What, it ain't like you're fallin' off.

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That's because I can't fall off the bed. I believe we've already covered this problem.

[is doing a good job of shifting and squirming, especially since someone's legs are hard and metallic and not comfortable]

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[skating down the hall of the hospital -- fzzzzzzzzz---!]

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[ponders what he thinks he might have just seen a second before skating back]

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[well well, he wasn't imagining things... unless he's started to hallucinate. he gives that a second's though before dismissing the idea which means...]

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Well isn't this just a sight to warm an ice queen's heart.

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Touchin', ain't it?

...this so ain't what it looks like.

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As he said, camp arbitrarily decided to acquaint the two of us for an unidentified reason ... Although it would be easier to blame him for this, it seems as if he would not put himself through this.

It would be to your benefit to not concern yourself with this, Spitfire.

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Oh, no, it's quite beneficial.

[pulls out his cellphone and snaps a picture or two... or three]

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FUCK YOU MAN

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[tries to get off the bed to go after him, but ends up even closer to Sora again, only to result in a very frustrated face]

You have no right to do that, Spitfire! Give us that cellphone now!

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[well doesn't that just look scandalous... CLICK]

I'll send you copies, but I need to keep the phone.

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KMMMMFKGTFFFCFFMMFSH

*translated: "Kilik, get the fuck off my face"*

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[elbows Sora in the face as he shifts off]

Delete all the pictures at this moment, Spitfire. We won't be stuck in this place forever ... Surely, you don't think you can compete against me.

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I'm not here to fight any of you.

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skljd fuck you, too, Kilik. Yeah, there wouldn't be much point in that.

You're just a sick an' twisted sonuvabitch is all.

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You shouldn't be calling anyone twisted.

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I'm hurt. A couple of pots over there are calling me black.

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