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la_belle_laideI don't know why, dude. This Mangling is slasherific. And really funny!
Reeve snapped back to Reeve.
(About time, too.)
Tseng seemed about to do her for a second later, Reno was still.
(Talk about an awkward moment.)
Cloud, for a good time to call Vincent Valentine.
(It's written on all the bathroom walls.)
Tifa put both hands on his boss's back and one hand on Reno's shoulder, and looked Reeve over sadly. He looked as if he didn't think it was time. Heidegger had been boring.
(They're playing Twister!)
Reeve said, and shoved the PHS back into his head.
(Ouch!)
This young man had just remembered Reno, and at Elena, in an obvious, well-practised head count of his head,
(A head count of his head. "One...uhh...")
while his free hand tried to at least get his attention, but he couldn't wait until morning.
(Jesus, save some for later, dude!)
His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Reno.
(His hands are tied together? Aaaanything we want.)
But Sephiroth was likely on his shoulder to push him back down, but he didn't.
(Sephiroth ends up in the strangest places.)
She looked at Rude and Elena must have leaked at some time.
(That's what Depends are for, Elena!)
Reeve felt himself being shoved aside, and a bruise across the bed and grabbed Tseng by the shoulders, trying to pull him back down, but he could only stare and wonder what the mission to them.
(...)
He stared at him as he felt. Elena shifted her weight to turn to Reeve, and the bedsprings creaked. She didn't want him to come here.
(Elena/Reeve...I'm not writing porn! Honest!)
Tseng rolled over, taking Reno with him (or in him,)
(THE HELL?! Why does the Mangler insist on slashing everyone?)
Reeve would never forget the solid green of his face.
(Carsickness is an ugly thing.)
Elena raised her knee and caught Tseng right under the blankets. She glanced at Rude, still sleeping fitfully under the sternum, but it would take too long to tell.
(Elena/Tseng/Rude. There are just too many people in this bed.)
"Yes, sir," Rude answered, and followed Tseng down the hall to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his palms and pulled himself to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his heel to pace the other bed. His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Her.
(Tseng/Rude/Tifa)
Sephiroth looked away from Elena. When that failed, he grabbed Tseng by the arm and tried to speak, found his throat and squeezed. She didn't see Tseng open his eyes.
(Sephiroth/Elena/Tseng. Only this seems to be quite violent.)
"Cloud," Tifa began as she gasped for breath, frantically waved for Reeve to the bed, and he knew it was time.
(Tifa/Cloud/Reeve. Thouh it seems that Reeve is just observing, at least for now.)
"Reno, sir." "Mr. Callaghan," Sephiroth said. "Bradburn," Tifa said.
(Dr. Scott! Brad! Janet! Rocky! Dr. Scott! Brad! Janet! Rocky!)
"Reeve, you'd better--" Before she could finish, Tseng had grabbed her by the fact that it was his strong point. "Tseng, there's a lot you don't know. Something went through my goddamned kidney!"
(Jesus, Tseng! Careful where you stick that!)
He knew that somewhere far away, Vincent Valentine was likely on his face, and Cloud liked what she had you with her the entire time since the last second.
(I don't even know what to make of that.)
The Turks had destroyed a part of his head, subtly signaling Nanaki to keep from sobbing again.
(Vicious, those Turks.)
But Tseng had nothing to brace himself on and sprawled under Reno, who seemed to find them expendable, but Tseng knew that Tifa should put rugs down over the hardwood floors.
(It'd make things so much more comfortable.)
Reeve snapped back to Reeve.
(About time, too.)
Tseng seemed about to do her for a second later, Reno was still.
(Talk about an awkward moment.)
Cloud, for a good time to call Vincent Valentine.
(It's written on all the bathroom walls.)
Tifa put both hands on his boss's back and one hand on Reno's shoulder, and looked Reeve over sadly. He looked as if he didn't think it was time. Heidegger had been boring.
(They're playing Twister!)
Reeve said, and shoved the PHS back into his head.
(Ouch!)
This young man had just remembered Reno, and at Elena, in an obvious, well-practised head count of his head,
(A head count of his head. "One...uhh...")
while his free hand tried to at least get his attention, but he couldn't wait until morning.
(Jesus, save some for later, dude!)
His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Reno.
(His hands are tied together? Aaaanything we want.)
But Sephiroth was likely on his shoulder to push him back down, but he didn't.
(Sephiroth ends up in the strangest places.)
She looked at Rude and Elena must have leaked at some time.
(That's what Depends are for, Elena!)
Reeve felt himself being shoved aside, and a bruise across the bed and grabbed Tseng by the shoulders, trying to pull him back down, but he could only stare and wonder what the mission to them.
(...)
He stared at him as he felt. Elena shifted her weight to turn to Reeve, and the bedsprings creaked. She didn't want him to come here.
(Elena/Reeve...I'm not writing porn! Honest!)
Tseng rolled over, taking Reno with him (or in him,)
(THE HELL?! Why does the Mangler insist on slashing everyone?)
Reeve would never forget the solid green of his face.
(Carsickness is an ugly thing.)
Elena raised her knee and caught Tseng right under the blankets. She glanced at Rude, still sleeping fitfully under the sternum, but it would take too long to tell.
(Elena/Tseng/Rude. There are just too many people in this bed.)
"Yes, sir," Rude answered, and followed Tseng down the hall to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his palms and pulled himself to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his heel to pace the other bed. His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Her.
(Tseng/Rude/Tifa)
Sephiroth looked away from Elena. When that failed, he grabbed Tseng by the arm and tried to speak, found his throat and squeezed. She didn't see Tseng open his eyes.
(Sephiroth/Elena/Tseng. Only this seems to be quite violent.)
"Cloud," Tifa began as she gasped for breath, frantically waved for Reeve to the bed, and he knew it was time.
(Tifa/Cloud/Reeve. Thouh it seems that Reeve is just observing, at least for now.)
"Reno, sir." "Mr. Callaghan," Sephiroth said. "Bradburn," Tifa said.
(Dr. Scott! Brad! Janet! Rocky! Dr. Scott! Brad! Janet! Rocky!)
"Reeve, you'd better--" Before she could finish, Tseng had grabbed her by the fact that it was his strong point. "Tseng, there's a lot you don't know. Something went through my goddamned kidney!"
(Jesus, Tseng! Careful where you stick that!)
He knew that somewhere far away, Vincent Valentine was likely on his face, and Cloud liked what she had you with her the entire time since the last second.
(I don't even know what to make of that.)
The Turks had destroyed a part of his head, subtly signaling Nanaki to keep from sobbing again.
(Vicious, those Turks.)
But Tseng had nothing to brace himself on and sprawled under Reno, who seemed to find them expendable, but Tseng knew that Tifa should put rugs down over the hardwood floors.
(It'd make things so much more comfortable.)
