Not the Way It Should Be

[tastes_of_honey]

::There's a comfy couch out in the middle of the Nexus, and Schuldig's sitting there smoking on it. A mysterious couch in the middle of nowhere is so him he has to use it.::

::He's looking inward, not outward, and stubbing out his finished cigarettes in the big mouth of the goofy frog ashtray he has perched on one couch arm. If he's smoking, there are generally three possibilities:
1] He's with a smoker.
2] He's annoying a non-smoker.
3] He's stressed.

There's nobody sitting with him.::

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[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

::I'll be well, and so will Nagi. I'll miss the hell out of you, but I'll be safe.::

::snuggle::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::I'll not promise to return quickly, but I'll miss ye as well.::

::absolutely snuggles. and kiss.::

::But ye have the whole of the Nexus as your playground again, love. I trust ye'll entertain yourself well in my absense.::

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

::Remember that I'll be pining for you. Missed you so much the last time you were gone....::

::kiss kiss and more snuggle::

::I'll do my best. Just for you, of course.::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::Then I'll have to give you something to remember me by, and bring you a prezzie when I return.::

::pets The Hair, and here's a sweet kiss::

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

::Mmmm. Don't get lost out there, babe.::

::He's already lost a Farfarello....::

[cursed-bird.livejournal.com]

::Of course not. I can always find ye.::