Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic
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Sore Hands, Warmed Heart

Breakfast with Darkside. Arm-wrestled. I lost, and lost so thoroughly that Darkside's fingerprints were still on my hand half an hour later. Thumb-wrestled. I won. Played that game where you clasp hands, fingers interlaced, and squeeze as hard as you can to see if you can make the other person give up in pain. A draw.

General grinning back and forth. Darkside was indeed pissed about me staying up most of the night to talk with Dave. I'm not surprised. "You know, it's your fault," he said. "You were the one who stayed up that late. If you'd just gone to bed instead of being on the internet all night..."

Sure, Darkside dear. Sure. He didn't mention Dave's name again.
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