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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 4, 2012 14:46:47 GMT -5
Sean laughed softly, blue eyes amused. He laid down, reaching over to ruffle Nash's hair even more than before, finding a sock and throwing it at him.
"Ew," He teased, wrinkling up his nose before smirking.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 5, 2012 4:57:38 GMT -5
Nash groaned, tossing it across the room. He knew it probably wasn't dirty considering he had a good habit of putting his dirty laundry in the hamper. "You just h-hate my hair." He said with a smile, reaching over to toy with Sean's more. "I.. can't help it I h-have nice hair." He smirked. He truthfully hated his hair, hiding it under beanies and hoodies constantly.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 20, 2012 11:13:12 GMT -5
Sean laughed. "Yeah, right. I hate my hair." He shook his own out, collapsing further and sticking his tongue out, a dramatic groan passing his lips as he watched him. "Your bed is comfortable, now I'm not gonna get up." He kicked his legs tauntingly over Nash's, stretching across the bed the wrong way until his head was hanging off the edge.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 27, 2012 23:46:17 GMT -5
"W-who said.. you have t-to leave?" He asked with a smile, moving his legs from under Sean's. He plopped them down on top of Sean's, folding his arms under his head. He looked up at the ceiling, knowing if Sean talked, he couldn't hear him or see his lips. 'It's no wonder everyone avoids you.. You're pretty much used goods. Broken beyond repair. Who want's a broken toy?' He thought, looking at the tape from the stars he used to have on his ceiling.
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