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fandomhighdorms2009-05-21 09:02 am
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Chester A. Arthur Living Room - Thursday morning
Prince Edward was seated on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television by way of remote control. The things he's learned since coming to this place. Ahhhh.
But he wasn't in the mood for happy. No, he was not. He woke up in a foul mood and longed for something to hunt. Perhaps Rangering tomorrow would prove worthy. His dark mood will no doubt last till then.
Someone should cook him breakfast, for his stomach would not shut up.
[It's open, of course.]
But he wasn't in the mood for happy. No, he was not. He woke up in a foul mood and longed for something to hunt. Perhaps Rangering tomorrow would prove worthy. His dark mood will no doubt last till then.
Someone should cook him breakfast, for his stomach would not shut up.
[It's open, of course.]

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He hoped.
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Ah, but where was Edward's honor in that?
"But I can't let you do it. Tell her the truth, if it comes to that."
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He'd just be moving slow and keeping his bruised cheek turned away.
"Call it a hangover."
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A slight pause.
"I think I will think before I wish to bloody your face next time."
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Hopefully.
"We'll be okay."
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"Yes, we'll be okay." There was nothing to do but agree.