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Tweak says, "Don't make me come over there!"

Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-08-04 19:59:00

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dexter morgan, georgia lass

What? (George)
One second he was talking to George and trying to comfort her about his own death, and the next he's in his own apartment, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, as alive as he'd ever remembered being.

He could actually feel his own heart beating hard enough that it might have broken out of his chest at any moment.

Through the strangeness of it all, he couldn't help but feel concern for how George might be taking this. She had been worried that he was going to move on, and his sudden disappearance must have looked like just that.

Dexter fumbled on his bedside table without looking at it, finding his phone and dialing George.

He listened to it ring.

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i_fakeit
2008-08-08 04:39 pm UTC (link)

It took him a moment to process what she meant by like her. When he finally got it, his annoyance washed away.

"I can't say why it happened. But it did. And I'm pretty sure that I'm not like you. Especially now." Dexter glanced down at his arm.

He got himself a beer out of the fridge. Because now he really needed it.

"You just want to be the only reaper." He joked. It might have been too early for jokes. He had no idea.

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	i_avoidlife 2008-08-08 04:43 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, right." George picked up her beer and finished it off like a proud alcoholic. She then put the knife in the sink and rinsed off the remains of the blood like a polite guest. "You don't have anything harder, do you? Vodka? Tequila?" She could tell by looking at his fridge he did not have enough beer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_fakeit
2008-08-10 04:36 pm UTC (link)

"There's some vodka in the freezer." It had appeared when Deb had, and hadn't gone away even though it seemed like she'd been ripped right back out of the city. Which was good for her, considering the way that she was taking it.

He watched her a little confused. It hadn't occurred to him that she would react so strongly to him dying. He hadn't really thought that there would be anybody on the planet - or any planet anywhere for that matter - who would even care that he was dead. He could, in fact, count over a dozen people who would have celebrated his death.

Lucky for him, none of them were here. Unless he counted Aeon. She might like to see him dead now.

Dexter was in no hurry to finish off his beer, and leaned against the counter.

"Can you even get drunk?"

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