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SIMM-Tune Into My WorldTune Into My World
I stood in the doorway and smirked. Orochimaru was lying on the couch, watching my sister play Guitar Hero.
Well, well, well, just look at you two. I said.
I went over and kissed him. Kyra made a face.
Im glad youre back. He whispered.
He took my arm and pulled me into an embrace on the couch, so that we were snuggling together. This was too surreal.
Aw yeah, thats kinda nice. Baldwin said.
I flicked him away.
Kyra stood up and turned off the game.
If you two are going to get all lovey-dovey Im out. She said.
SIMM-Don't Touch ThatDont Touch That!
Needless to say I still had work and school to go to so as much as I would have loved to stay and cuddle with my love, cooperate America was calling my name. So I had to leave Orochimaru in the care of my sister this could be difficult.
How long will you be gone? he asked as I kissed him good-bye.
Only a few hours. Try to get some sleep, before you know it Ill be right back here. Try to stay in bed.
He nodded and closed his eyes as I tip-toed out the door.
Okay, so, I already established how my sisters boyfriend had come to
SIMM-Little Piece of HeavenHell Is For Heroes/Little Piece of Heaven
I had woken to full withdraw, fever, and the blinding, searing pain of my arms. I was tired, exhausted from the strain of illness upon my body, but my fever raged and my wounds burned. The bandages itched, my skin slick with sweat, hair clinging to my face as I gripped the sheets, arching my back in pain.
I tried to stay silent. Teeth clenched tightly, I gave myself a headache trying to keep sound from escaping my tormented frame. My body broke out in sweat, writhing, twisting into the sheets. Kabuto had left my side, and I was never gladder to be alone. A low hiss and a groa
RoganxMerwin Part-HCRogan strode swiftly, if not agitatedly down the long, stone corridors of Paw Abbey. His brow was creased in exasperation and his grey eyes glimmered, betraying worry over the recent mission failure. He stopped suddenly and leaned against the wall. His cloak suddenly felt stifling and he removed the hood. As he did so, he huffed as he brushed back a dark tendril of hair from his eyes.
A line of sweat had beaded on his regal brow, yet he ignored it. He kept shifting his lithe body, unable to get comfortable, with his mind being plagued with thoughts about the upcoming student trials and the war. And the mission he had failed. He, Rogan the Ra
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