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[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

Who: Hydracula, visitors
Where: Inside the angerdome
When: Day 143, Late morning
What: SIMBAAAAA


[BOY LAST NIGHT SURE WAS EXCITING. There was definitely something of a commotion late last night bringing their squished teammate back home, however much attempts at keeping it subdued were made.

Now Simba's been settled into the least lumpy bed they have, and Scowl at least has been keeping constant paranoid vigil waiting for him to wake up.]

Maybe we should call that Judge . . .

Comments

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

... You look like you need the sleep more than I do, Scowl.

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

I'm fine. I can sleep later.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

I'm not... you don't need to mother-hen me, you know. It's not like I can exactly go anywhere.

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

I'm not mother henning!

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, you are!

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

I am not! Now shut up and let me take care of this!

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

No you shut up! What are you, my mother?!

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

I'M YOUR LEADER!

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

... Hmph.

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

[CHANGING THESE BANDAGES >8|]

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

[SULKING PRETTILY >8(]

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

[grumblegrumbleWHIPPERSNAPPERS >8|||]









We'll do our best to get you fixed up soon.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

[SIGH all this fighting takes it out of a person]

... Thanks.

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

You're family. You don't need to thank us.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

... I'd say it even if you were my flesh and blood.

[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

[Oh are we trading gay looks now? Okay.]