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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.
Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.
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Date: 2011-04-29 12:37 am (UTC)[Those must be better runes than the ones he knows. Horst folds his arms, frowning curiously.]
You first.
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Date: 2011-04-29 12:51 am (UTC)[Hanna glances at him for a moment before shrugging and uncapping the marker.]
What ever you say dude. Dunno how nice my lines will look once I have though.
[He'll just get to drawing on his left hand then.]
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Date: 2011-04-29 01:14 am (UTC)I'm convinced. Pretend I'm your doctor.
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Date: 2011-04-29 01:33 am (UTC)[Hanna grin's, goofy like he would if he wasn't affected, and draws an identical run on the other's hand. Like his, it glowed magenta before returning black.]
It takes like a minute or two, but its fucking awesome, man.