010 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[There's a long pause before Gabe actually speaks, because he wants everyone to hear the DULCET STRAINS OF 70'S DISCO BLARING FROM SOMEWHERE IN HIS ROOM. When he speaks over it, he kinda has the tone of a man at the end of his rope. Pay attention, children. This doesn't happen often.]

Someone on this boat  thinks they're a comedian and it's not me.

Dean, do I need to kill you 500 more times?

[NO, DEAN. HE DOESN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU, BUT WHO ELSE WOULD STICK SOMETHING WITH LYRICS LIKE "BURN, BABY, BURN" IN HIS ROOM. :|]

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WOULD HE SUCCEED? I DON'T KNOW WHAT DEAN DID XD

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

I'm not about to taunt you with it. I'll be over momentarily.

Imagine that. She must be a friend if being barred from her room was that troubling.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT DEAN DID EITHER. AND NICCI'S ASLEEP. XD

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

Well, I'm kinda persistent when people pretty much insist they don't want me around. It's a thing.

WE'LL JUST... PUT THAT OFF THEN >__>

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Clearly you connected with her on some level.

UM. YES. >___>

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

She beat up Alastair. I like that in a girl.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Did she? How altruistic of her.

I can see how that'd endear her to you, certainly.