At least there's no bumper cars

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*a certain replica might be making a pest of himself, rustling through cabinets and drawers looking for a bottle of Pepto Bismol -- yes, he managed to make himself sick gorging on candy yesterday*

Comments

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

You should be a little louder. I don't think other people within a five-mile radius can hear ya.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he gives you a glare from underneath his bangs, and purposely lets the cabinet door slam shut as he moves on to the next*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Classy and witty.

[don't mind him; he's just bored.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*rustling through various food stuffs*

Don't you have anything to do besides watch me?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Well, I could go terrorize some other kid around here.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*huffs and pockets a bottle of ibuprofen, then moves on to the next cabinet*

As long as I don't have to see your face, I'd be glad.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Right, because there's not about thirty or more people elsewhere who look just like me.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*this cabinet is filled with oatmeal; he slams the door shut and goes to get a glass of water*

I don't like looking at them either.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Aw, poor you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I just don't like Axel. Any Axel.

*swallows two pills with his water, hoping that will help until he finds the Pepto*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[watches lazily]

Yeah, too bad for you most of them lack the ability to care.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'm aware of that, which is why I stay away from them. I don't need more of a headache than I already have.

*leans over to press his face against the cold counter top, waiting for the medicine to kick in*

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Too much yesterday?

[no, it wasn't hard to miss all the little kids flocking towards this particular replica]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*grunts a little*

Kids were fine. Candy is kicking my ass. And my stomach.

be back later. piano lessons ftw.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Didn't anyone teach you the fine art of not overindulging.

np catch ya later

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

What was I supposed to do, leave it there? It's candy.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

At least I can live with the comfort that I'm not the only one on meds.

[hangs in the doorway, giving him a smirk.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*you get a mild glare before he goes back to cupboard scrounging*

I just need to find the Pepto.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

It's behind the midol on the right.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

*he makes a face as he moves aside the midol, then grabs up the bottle of pink stuff like it's the holy grail*

Finally.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Chances are the only thing that'll do is make you puke up all the crap you ate.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

It's better than it staying in my stomach and beating the crap out of my internal organs.

*and then he chugs it straight from the bottle*

[torpid.livejournal.com]

'least it tastes good.

[shrugs, making his way along.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he makes the 'ick' face because of the chalky aftertaste and goes to look for something else to drink to get the taste out of his mouth*

That's what I thought about all the candy yesterday. It was all delicious... until I woke up wanting to puke my guts out.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

No, you could've left it there and let all other little munchkins' internal organs go through what yours is right now.