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Date: | 2012-03-14 20:53 |
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It was probably 3am in the sodding morning when Al finally got up the energy to drag himself off of Reg to curl into his arm instead. His body was a sticky, sweaty mess of things he'd rather not think on, or let Reg think much on either. He tapped his fingers against Regulus' chest and gave him a drowsed and crooked grin