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Tweak says, "there he goes! i feel the pain"

Johnny Hickory [Music] (sex_n_violins) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-11-05 19:08:00

Entry tags:

delbchaem, johnny hickory

Who: Delbchaem and Johnny Hickory
When: Evening
Where: Johnny's place
Warnings: They're hoping so

Johnny grinned, strumming his guitar lazily in the section of the flat for recording music. There had to be four guitars, a few violins, and plenty of tech for it, and few years of pay to get this kind of swag. And there was promise of some smoking woman coming over and having some fun. Halloween candy, go figure. This night was going to be... interesting.

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	sex_n_violins 2009-11-20 05:53 pm UTC (link)
	He sat down on a couch, admiring her and making his reaction not so obvious. Kinda. "Ahh, dimension-hopping is normal for you, then. I've only been here for a few months." He grinned, crooked and bouncy, back. [ooc: Heee. I hate that when it happens, I know the flailing. I even check my spam now...] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	delbchaem 2009-11-23 06:19 pm UTC (link)
	She noticed his reaction. Hard not to, no pun intended. She smiled and happily moved over to plop herself down, lounging back. "It is a bit, but supernatural bits and bobs are normal for me too," she said. "How do you like it here so far?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sex_n_violins 2009-11-23 06:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Well the scenery's improved mightily, I'm happy to say." He drank a little to get some moisture back in his mouth, eyes moving appreciatively and a smile plastered to his face. "Anything you like do in these worlds? Beyond liquefying bypassing minds, I mean." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	delbchaem 2009-12-04 05:04 pm UTC (link)
	"I just enjoy prancing about. I love to dance, it is quite... freeing." She grinned at him. "Am I liquefying yours?" Delbchaem asked innocently, running the edge of the wine glass along her lower lip as she watched him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sex_n_violins 2009-12-04 07:31 pm UTC (link)
	"To the liberating gyrations and the lucky tune inspiring it." He toasted her with a grin. "I've got eyes, don't I?" He laughed and held up his hands, guilty as charged. "But with some corks, there shouldn't be much worry about a mess." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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