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goshdarnspam2011-04-26 01:19 pm
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Entry tags:
- !!!!!!!!,
- *points to eyes; points to your asses*,
- :),
- a virtual treasure chest!,
- artists with a room full of blow,
- bees. my god.,
- biebirthday,
- birthday sex,
- birthday spam motherfuckahs,
- bueno,
- but why is the rum gone?,
- c&c eats your sleep,
- c&c is my life,
- covered in bees,
- dat ass,
- desu,
- elle didn't lose the game,
- elle i will slit your throat,
- elle is fat,
- elle is not fat,
- elle is still fat,
- elle wins the internet,
- everyone is hideous,
- for lesbians obviously,
- green lanterns in da hizzouse,
- happy funtimes,
- havin' a good time,
- hey check this out,
- how does this make you feel,
- i will not think of the children,
- i'm a guardian of an entire planet,
- it's my buh-buh-biiiirthday,
- let me tell you about a real hero,
- more like oregon trail of butts,
- not enough sparkles,
- only the terriblest,
- sparkles are always on the menu,
- that's it i'm majoring in guitar hero,
- this is madness,
- we are all elle's cactus,
- what is love,
- you must be this brave to ride
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hey guys
guess what
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
guess what
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
tada
He took off his police coat and shoes before venturing in, brushing some rain out of his bangs and setting his umbrella off to the side. It was difficult to tell at the moment what kind of mood Regina was in from the sound she'd made, but heading over to the kitchen and seeing the look on her face was enough.
A rock-hard baked concoction (he assumed at some point it had been a cake) was staring out at the both of them from the oven, smelling something awful. It was so black it almost matched his hair. He probably would have had trouble slicing it with his sword.
Regina looked over at him with doe eyes, trying not to tear up. "I just wanted something special for our first night here together..." she trailed off, looking away. He knew how she hated crying in front of him. Not many seconds later a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, Saitou pulling her close.
The whole thing was amusing, really. It wasn't that much of a home just yet. There were still so many boxes to unpack (more Regina's than Saitou's, since he didn't own many things), and the wallpaper had to go and the floor wasn't in very good shape either. But it had been what she'd wanted. A proper house for a housewife. A yard to plant with flowers and no family or monsters to worry over.
"It's all right," he murmured, brushing his lips on her cheek. She leaned in to him without realizing it as he tightened his hold. "You just have to practice. It will take some time." She nodded barely, but still seemed lost in thought.
If all else failed, he knew plenty of ways to distract her from being too hard on herself. After all, one of the first things Saitou had insisted on unpacking first had been the bed.
(And it probably wouldn't hurt to have the microwave installed soon, too.)
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jUST SO MUCH
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