swerval_zero (
swerval_zero) wrote2010-07-31 04:11 am
Hopeless-Savage-Parker Apartment, New York, Saturday
It was a lazy day in New York, and Zero was debating what to do with herself now that she'd finished all of her summer classes. She kind of wanted ice cream, but that would require working up the energy to actually leave the apartment, and right now lazing on the couch and messing around with, variously, her cell phone and her guitar seemed to be about her speed for the day.
Her life was so fascinating, really.
((Open to phone calls, texts, e-mails, and that dude that lives in the apartment.))
Her life was so fascinating, really.
((Open to phone calls, texts, e-mails, and that dude that lives in the apartment.))
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*riiiing*
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Caaaaasually sliding that into the conversation. Yes.
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"Bad guys only rip up my mask or the backseat of my pants. I don't understand this," Peter mused randomly.
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"I will be wearing actual pants, though. I don't want to give everyone a show."
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"Okay, ice cream for the people, seed for the bird? Back in a few?"
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