And you whine and scream like a bloody woman. Get off of me, you froggy fuck. [ Half-hearted shoving at his head, and groaning, and shifting in bed, until he finally manages to wiggle out (mostly) from underneath France, sitting just beside him on the bed. ]
[ For a moment, he doesn't say anything, just staring at him, blinking, pursing his lips, then subdued: ]
Are you all right like?
[ It's innocuous enough that he can deny the gravity of the statement, but he knows he's wagering more of his resolve on France's answer than he lets on. ]
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Date: 2011-11-02 02:30 am (UTC)[ For a moment, he doesn't say anything, just staring at him, blinking, pursing his lips, then subdued: ]
Are you all right like?
[ It's innocuous enough that he can deny the gravity of the statement, but he knows he's wagering more of his resolve on France's answer than he lets on. ]