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After a morning of trying to find Cain, then chasing Cain, then forcing an apology from Cain, DG was wiped out. Glitch said that it would take a little bit of time for him to recalibrate the PIR/AR, so she decided to take a nap.

She woke up to the sound of a.... Well, it was high pitched and getting louder.

DG opened her door just in time to see Glitch run by.

Oh crap, he killed Cain. No, if Cain was dead then Glitch wouldn't be screaming like a girl.

DG stepped into the hallway and was knocked over.

“Oh crap.” She looked up at the person who had fallen on top of her. For a second she thought it was Jeb, but then his eyes opened.

“At lest you aren't six any more.” DG said brightly.

Cain drew in a deep breath, “More like sixteen.”

“Ah, well...” DG arched her back in an attempt to slide out from under Cain's wight.

“HUH!”

DG looked up to see that Cain's eyes had widened. “What's wron...” Is that? Oh, my god! Think DG, teenage boy and you just shoved your breast at him, of course that will happen.

Cain fumbled to his feet, “I gotta... sorry...” and ran.

No, this is what brain damage is like.



Part Six

Date: 2008-04-08 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] n-e-star.livejournal.com
And I can't even call Cain over, cus he'd go all red and hyperventilate. Oh, idea!

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