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[stuck_mynock]

So, Atton's no longer feeling disorientated. He's starting to walk better.

New problems have arisen, though. Atton has been alternating between feeling freezing and feeling like he's burning up. It started rather abruptly, and it isn't very pleasant.

Right now, he's freezing. Thus, he's wandering around his room, shirtless and barefoot but with a thick blanket draped over his shoulders, shivering.

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[necessary_child]

Sam shrugs. "Maybe. Probably better he doesn't if he doesn't know already, though. Might fuck around with history and all that noise. Cause something a sci-fi movie would use as a vital and very cliffhangery plot point."

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"You'll have t'contain your excitement, then." Atton laughs.

[necessary_child]

"I know, I know." Sam hangs his head. "It'll be a struggle, but somehow I'll have to suffer through."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Very good."

[necessary_child]

"I know." Sam's eyes dance. "I'm positively saintly, I'm so good."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I know, I know."

[necessary_child]

Sam balances another brick on Atton's head.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"How many bricks so far?"

[necessary_child]

"Lots." Sagely.

Thoughtful pause. "Manylots."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Thoughtfully: "That's quite a lot."

[necessary_child]

"It is." Sam grins. "Amazing what you can do with a bit of magic and enough immaturity."

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"I know I'm awed."

[necessary_child]

"As you should be," Sam teases. "As you should be."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"How tall are you intending to make it?"

[necessary_child]

"Don't know," he says offhandedly. "How tall're you going to let me make it?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I don't intend to push it off anytime soon."

[necessary_child]

"Pretty tall, then. Unless you'd sooner make things explode, in which case your head's probably not the best place to do it."

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"I am fond of explosions."

[necessary_child]

"Explosions are fun," Sam agrees. "But exploding the bricks on your head'd ruin your hair."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"It would. I like my hair."

[necessary_child]

"So do I." Cheerfully. "You have good hair. Also it means mine isn't the messiest in the bar." Sam sticks his tongue out.

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"'M hair isn't that messy."

[necessary_child]

"Liar. 's good messy, though. It's... you."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm my hair?" Fingering it. "But I thought I was so much more!"

[necessary_child]

Sam snorts. "Idiot. You know what I mean."