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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 19:10:01 GMT -8
"Exactly. And there's a whole bunch more where that shit came from."
Gidget snickered, giving a shake of her head. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, fighting the headache. Her brain pinged at her with another email notification, but she simply pushed it away. Her head hurt too bad to focus on it.
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Post by Drake on Dec 18, 2020 19:17:10 GMT -8
Drake chuckled.
"Good cause this current one is pissing me off."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 19:19:11 GMT -8
"You still on Resident Evil?"
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Post by Drake on Dec 18, 2020 19:40:30 GMT -8
Drake crossed his arms and kinda pouted.
"Maybe..."
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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 19:43:11 GMT -8
"It can get tough. It's a puzzle game, mixed in with shooting zombies."
She reached up and began to massage her forehead gently. She seemed almost drowsy, her words slurring ever so slightly.
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Post by Drake on Dec 18, 2020 19:48:19 GMT -8
"We can talk about it another time. You seem tired. Lets get you and your shit back to your place."
He would say as he watched her clearly needing to get some sleep.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 19:51:42 GMT -8
She hesitated a moment, as if thinking. Gidget sighed softly, eventually nodding. She got out of her computer chair and rubbed at her eyes, looking almost like a child fighting sleep, and turned to his computer set up.
"You're good to go... Think you could carry my computer chair back for me? I can't drag that thing up the stairs..."
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Post by Drake on Dec 18, 2020 19:56:12 GMT -8
"Yeah."
Then with one fluid motion he would knock her back down into the chair and carry her, in the chair up to her room without even the slightest struggle or misplaced breath.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 19:57:49 GMT -8
Gidget made a strange noise of protest, something like a yelp, but simply curled up into her ball.
By the time Drake got her to her apartment, she was already asleep, whimpering softly and curled around her head, obviously still in pain despite being zonked out.
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Post by Drake on Dec 18, 2020 20:03:06 GMT -8
Drake wouldn't disturb her from trying to move her, instead he grabbed the blanket off her bed and lay it over her. With that he would walk out of her room lock her door, and slide her key back under the door for her to get it when she woke up next. Then he would return to his own room and call it a night.
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Post by Gidget on Dec 18, 2020 20:06:22 GMT -8
When he threw the blanket over her, her arm jerked out from under it for just a brief moment. She grabbed the sleeve of his shirt in a tight, useless little fist, and whimpered, tugging slightly at him... as if, in her sleep, she didn't want him to go. Then, she would tuck her arm back under her blanket, nuzzling into it and her hoodie, and breathing in the smell of it deeply before continuing to sleep.
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