( and in comes romeo, moaning, 'you belong to me, i believe' )
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hornyCash laughs and puts a hand on his hip, pushing Alex’s shirt up towards his shoulder again. “Take this off. It’s ruining the afterglow.”
okay“You couldn’t have called?” Bob asks dryly. “What if I was in LA with Gee?”
coldIan makes a disapproving sound. “Cash, the fuck, it’s like ten degrees out,” he complains, smacking at Cash’s thigh when he cracks the window.
lonely“Should I have kissed back?”
Johnson inhales deeply, bumping his head back into the wall and looking up at the shower curtain rod. “I don’t know,” he says quietly.
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sick“You seriously would be pissed if I got my throat tattooed?” Cash asks when they stop across the street from their hotel, waiting on the do not walk to give them the go-ahead. There’s a sewer grate beside Singer that is billowing out smoke in a way that makes him think of the Ninja Turtles and vague thoughts of being kidnapped by the Foot. He chooses not to respond.
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