i miss you.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he was never much of a coffee drinker, and that's why his mug has hot chocolate instead. he takes a long, careful sip before setting it back down on the table, staring at the trembling brown liquid.]

What if we're never supposed to leave this place, and we're all just going to grow old and die here.

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[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[d-dog... or something.]

Nope. There'll be nothing left of me. I'll be blown to smithereens.

[cactibutt.livejournal.com]

By what?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

A grenade maybe.

[cactibutt.livejournal.com]

Now you're just making up words!

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

A grenade is a word. It's a little thing that explodes. Like--

[throws his hands up.]

Boom!