*Cesar squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. He's in no mood for fucking--except he would be, if it were Lazarus. Or maybe he wouldn't. Would he be, if Lazarus were right there? Fuck. The pain is a bleeding wound, and there's no clear way to stop the flow.*
*Mission as accomplished as it's going to be, he switches back to text.*
I'll need at least 30 to get there. Don't get your hopes up for physical 'company', this isn't a good night.*
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Date: 2015-09-20 05:27 pm (UTC)*Mission as accomplished as it's going to be, he switches back to text.*
I'll need at least 30 to get there. Don't get your hopes up for physical 'company', this isn't a good night.*