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just_muse_me13.5.2. Confess to something
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itwontstopme
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Tim sat slumped down in the armchair with his legs sprawled out in front of him. He took a long, smooth swallow of beer from the bottle and flicked the cap in Jason’s general direction. “What happened between you an’ purple panties, Six? She came all the way t’Dillon and looked after your hungover cripple ass. Was that the passion killer, dude?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked in question.
( Jason was sitting sideways on his parent’s sofa with his legs spread out across the length of the other cushions. He batted the bottle cap away with the back of his hand before it hit him in the chest and watched it bounce off the coffee table and fall out of sight... )
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission. Not binding on any other FNL muses in existence.
Word Count | 994
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itwontstopme[Follows THIS and THIS]
Tim sat slumped down in the armchair with his legs sprawled out in front of him. He took a long, smooth swallow of beer from the bottle and flicked the cap in Jason’s general direction. “What happened between you an’ purple panties, Six? She came all the way t’Dillon and looked after your hungover cripple ass. Was that the passion killer, dude?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked in question.
( Jason was sitting sideways on his parent’s sofa with his legs spread out across the length of the other cushions. He batted the bottle cap away with the back of his hand before it hit him in the chest and watched it bounce off the coffee table and fall out of sight... )
Sam Jameson [
supermarketsam] referenced with permission. Not binding on any other FNL muses in existence.Word Count | 994
