He's laying on the bed, nursing a nasty hangover, staring at the ceiling. He can hear the others in the house, moving around, planning the rescue. Doesn't care very much at the moment, just lays there.
Oh yes, oh HELL yes. Come on. This is the same guy that told the prince of - what the hell was that country again? - to bite your hairy were ass because he was not going carry your sister off over his shoulder?
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Date: 12 Jul 2005 23:51 (UTC)Wakey wakey, prince charming! Come on.
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Date: 12 Jul 2005 23:54 (UTC)No.
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Date: 12 Jul 2005 23:57 (UTC)Come on, legend. *kicks the bed*
Time to be alive.
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Date: 13 Jul 2005 00:01 (UTC)When did -that- happen.
And no.
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Date: 13 Jul 2005 00:06 (UTC)"His body guards were amused"
"You took offense at him threatening to carry your little sister away. .. Hmmm, so did I for that matter".
"Come on hero, your sister adores you, Your lover wants you, and your pard needs you. Get yout ass up, before I shortsheet your bed."
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Date: 13 Jul 2005 00:13 (UTC)Rolls to his side, still hugging the pillow and kicking at the sheets.
"Go ahead."
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Date: 13 Jul 2005 00:16 (UTC)Leaves and rushes back in a few minutes later.
"Jason - there's someone in the woods out here - one, possibly two. If it's who I think - Jason, need your help here!"
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Date: 13 Jul 2005 00:23 (UTC)"I'll be right there."
Waits until she leaves and throughs the pillow across the room. Gets up and walks out, hitting the wall on his way.