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carpe_demon) wrote2010-08-19 09:19 am
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Office Hours - Thursday 8/19
Drake was packing up his office, setting Delirium's psychedelic frogs aside for Karla and trying to decide what to do with his framed autographs from Merlin and Arthur. But the music was still cheery -- today's selection included Abbacadabra.
The door was open.
The door was open.
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She was a little nervous, honestly.
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"Clean water, no drying, no freezing," Karla repeated, nodding. "I can do that."
These frogs were going to be spoiled. Artisian, filtered water, warming spells, the works.
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Oh, Karla, no. Just no.
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"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic."
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All of them, yes.
"Sing at Caritas?"
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"If you get me so drunk that I actually need to throw up?" Karla asked. "I'm not sure what kind of forfeit I'd owe, but it would be a big one."
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