Derp Tank

Walter: *With an odd grin, he looks over his shoulder at Claire* ... I'm gonna try fixing what that charger broke.

Harry: D8 ?!

Claire: D8/ WHAT? Ohhhh no no no no. You are NOT performing amateur surgery on him. D8<

Key: D8?!

Mia: ??????

Walter: So... You'd rather just let him die from his wounds? You wouldn't want to take the risk and have him alive and well?

Harry: *Bites his bottom lip from the pain he's in*

Walter: Or maybe we can just end his misery. I have enough morphine in the bag to euthanize him. >:/

Key: *immediately* NO! D8>

Claire: Mnn... Fine. But I really hope you know what you're doing...

Mia: D: ...

Walter: I don't. But that's okay, I'm a fast learner. *He gets out the morphine* Okay, so how much is too much?

Harry: *Whimpers*

Claire: Mmh. *digs through his bag for a syringe, takes the bottle of morphine, and draws out the correct amount of the drug, handing the syringe back to Walter* That much is enough. >:/

Key: *is not quite sure about this at all* D:>

Mia: <__<;

Walter: I don't need the snark, Missy. >:P *turns to Harry* Alright, 'Arry, just close your eyes and try not thinking of anything. I'm going to jab this huge needle in you, but I only need to do it for... Uh, until I've given you all the morphine.

Harry: Big needle?? D8

Walter: Calm down, here goes -- *He sticks the syringe into Harry's wrist vein and injects its contents into his injured teammate*

Harry: D8 ???

Walter: Just let yourself relax, alright? You won't be hurting in a few minutes.

Harry: What did...? D;>

Walter: ;D

Key: *is still very hesitant* are you SURE you know what you're doing? D;

Claire: *is intending to watch the entire thing, if only to make sure Walter didn't do anything stupid*

Mia: *averts her eyes, not quite sure she wants to witness this* <______<

Walter: *Ignores Key and waits for Harry to pass out*

Harry: *After a few minutes, he does, completely numb*

Walter: Alright, so I've got my katana. I may as well use that to cut 'im open.

Key: W-WHAT???? D8

Claire: Are you CRAZY?! D8/

Mia: D8!?

Walter: *Shrugs* I sterilized it.

Harry: *...*

Claire: *pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head* This is NOT okay, not okay at ALL....

Key: D8 ...

Mia: >________>

Walter: Well what do YOU suggest I use? >:/

Harry: *...*

Claire: *incredulously* Didn't you grab a scalpel or something from whatever hospital you took this stuff from??

Key: D8 ...

Mia: <_______<;;;;

Walter: *Shrugs again* Maybe. I forgot if I did. *He goes rummaging through his bag*

Harry: *...*

Claire: *facepalms* Ohhh boy.

Key: D8/

Mia: o_____o;;;

Walter: Uhhh... Oh yeah! I've got a scalpel right here. AND a bone-saw. :D

Harry: *...*

Key: What do you need a BONE SAW for?! D8>

Claire: A very valid question. >XC

Mia: O___O;

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Walter: *He waits for everyone to be asleep* ... *he carefully sits up*

Harry: *Asleep*

Mia: *shifts around a bit, but doesn't wake up*

Claire: *is asleep*

Key: *is awake, but doesn't look up*

Walter: *Gets his katana and his bag quickly and silently. Harry's life truly depends on it, doesn't it?*

Harry: *asleep*

Key: *is awake enough to hear his movements--she glances up, confused, but says nothing* ...?

Eweryone else: *asleep*

Walter: *He looks back at Key, but only puts a finger to his lips. WIthout a word, without a single sound, he leaves*

Harry: *asleep*

Key: D: ... <:( ... *says nothing, putting her head back down. she just hopes Walter won't get himself killed...*

Walter: *He sneaks out, his silence - that perfect silence - is a skill that he has learned over time. He has learned from all those moments of picking the lock out of his room and creeping down the stairs, only to find his father disgustingly cheating on his wife, while other times it was the other way around. Or maybe one of them drinking. Or both of them drinking. No matter the situation, though, Walter has learned that getting caught meant beatings - the KING of beatings - so bad that Walter still has the scars to prove it. His eyes, as usual, adjust quickly to the darkness, which has always served him as a friend. He remembers clearly how his room rarely had any light, his windows always kept tightly shut and blinded. Sometimes his father would storm in in yet another fit of rage, hoping to use the little Walter as a personal stress doll... but no, once the child embraced the darkness, the man, nor the woman could ever find him. Not them then, and not any zombies now, as his stealth was as a part of him as his name*

*No infected spot him--the night is eerily quiet*

Walter: *He looks around for a hospital, having shifted himself from a friend to a hunter. Any infected that become too close are eliminated within a second. Not a single one can touch him. Not a single one*

*......*

Walter: *He finds a hospital, disbelief in his expression, as he can't believe his luck. He slips inside and searches around, wary of any infected within the place. He goes to the emergency room first. Definitely the right place to start. Looking through, he manages to find various things he believes will be needed (thank god the morphine was marked). He also gets a few type O blood bags and then, with an even more thorough search, he manages to find a barely-touched bottle of Prozac of all things. Walter quickly sneaks out and heads back to the safe house. By the time he enters and locks it, it's two in the morning*

Harry: *Asleep*

Key: *is finally asleep at this point, curled up against the couch*

Everyone else: *is also asleep*

Walter: *He sits down next to Mia, putting his bag and katana down, and goes to sleep*

*the next morning*

Harry: *still asleep*

Walter: *Definitely still asleep, exhausted from the night before*

Mia: *is also still asleep*

Key: *is still tired from staying up late*

Claire: *is up and moving*

Harry: *He only wakes up because of how much his front hurts. He lets out a hiss, trying to hold back a full cry from the sudden sharp pain, like daggers in his sides and torso*

Walter: *Still asleep*

Key: --! *is woken up by this* D:>

Claire: *looks over at them* !

Mia: *asleep*

Harry: *There's pain in his eyes, and he knows it. Harry turns his head away from the others, only to cry out from his own movement and cursing under his breath*

Walter: !!?? *His sudden awakening reminds him of his task. He gets his katana, his bag, and steps over to Harry* Alright, 'Arry! It's time for me to fix you up!

Mia: *is woken up by his sudden movement* ??

Key: ?? *steps away when Walter comes closer*

Claire: ???? Walter, what are you doing? D:/

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Harry: *He weakly reaches a bit and touches Key's arm* ... It's better this way...

Walter: fracking -- If you make me CRY, 'Arry! DB<

Key: *quietly* N-No it's not...

Mia: Come on, Harry, you can't...! D8>

Claire: ... *turns away from them*

Harry: ... *With a tired sigh, he closes his eyes*

Walter: D8 ??

Key: D8!! *puts both hands on either side of his face* No no no no, stay awake, PLEASE! D8>

Mia: DDDDD:

Claire: ! *looks back at them* ??

Harry: ... *He answers her but doesn't open his eyes* ... I'm really tired, okay? Let me just... calm down a bit. It's been a long day...

Walter: D8 ...

Key: *is shaking slightly, trying hard not to cry* ...C-Can I ask you something...?

Mia: D:> ...

Claire: <:( ...

Harry: *With a sigh, he opens his tired eyes once more to look at Key* ... What?

Walter: D:> ...

Key: P-Promise me y-you won't do that again... A-And I need you t-to m-mean it...

Mia: <:( ...

Claire: ... *turns away again*

Harry: ... No. I can't, Key. Though... I'll probably die from these wounds anyway...

Walter: 8C

Key: N-No you won't!! You're g-going to be fine...! D:>

Mia: D:> ...

Claire: ...

Harry: ... It CRUSHED me... It hurts just to SPEAK...

Walter: Then DON'T alright? Just - Just go sleep like you wanted to! D8

Key: ... *pulls away from him, silent. if Harry was going to die from his injuries, he wouldn't have woken up, right? RIGHT?* ...

Mia: ......

Claire: ...I think we should ALL get some sleep...

Harry: *He looks at her sadly, then turns his head away from her and closes his eyes once more. Everything hurts, but he's just so exhausted from all the stress he's felt, all the walking and fighting they've done, and how terribly he misses Todd*

Walter: <:/ ... Good idea, Claire... *He walks over to another couch and lies down on it*

Key: ... *sits down in front of the couch near Harry, pulling her legs up to her chest* ...

Mia: <:( ... *approaches Walter, and asks quietly* Room for one more?

Claire: *stands up to go find a more comfortable spot to sit in*

Walter: *He adjusts himself so she can lie down as well* ... *He then whispers to her* ... Do you think there's a hospital around here? A hospital with supplies?

Harry: *Already asleep*

Mia: *lays down next to him, putting an arm over him* There SHOULD be... it wouldn't hurt to look...

Key: ...

Claire: *sits down in an armchair further in the room and tries to sleep*

Walter: ... Well. Well alright. *He thinks up a plan in his head, closing his eyes, but staying awake*

Harry: *Asleep*

Mia: Goodnight... *falls asleep next to him*

Claire: *dozes off*

Key: *sits there, too worried to sleep* ...

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Harry: *Cries out from the pressure put on his injuries, though his voice is broken and hoarse from all the dust and smoke he had inhaled before*

Walter: *Stays away from Harry and Key* <:/

Key: *mutters quietly as she works on his wounds, trying to blink away a few tears* Goddammit, Harry, you said you wouldn't...

Mia: *doesn't really catch that* ?

Claire: *does* ...

Harry: *Holds back any more outbursts, biting his bottom lip in order to do so*

Walter: <:/ ?

Key: *suddenly snaps at him, tossing the bandage she was holding to the side* Y-YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO DO THAT AGAIN! D8>

Mia: D:??

Claire: !

Harry: *Quietly, pain in his voice* I-I s-said I w-wouldn't worry you again... And if I-I died... You WOULDN'T have t-to...

Walter: D8 ??

Key: *grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him slightly* Well, I'm worrying NOW!!! YOU PROMISED, HARRY!! D8<

Mia: D:!!

Claire: D:!

Walter: Key -- ! D8

Harry: *gasps a bit from the pain this causes him. He speaks in a whisper* ... I-I can't live, Key... I just can't...

Key: W-WELL, YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE UP THAT EASILY!! WHAT WOULD TODD THINK?!

Mia: D: ....

Claire: D:

Harry: ... T-Todd... Todd would've w-wanted me to d-die too... S-so we can see each other a-again...

Walter: Bullshoot! D8

Mia: what?? D8/

Key: That's a LIE, and YOU KNOW IT! D8<

Claire: ...

Harry: ... I-it's better to die...

Walter: Harry, STOP... D:>

Key: S-Stop SAYING that, it's NOT! D8>

Mia: Come on, Harry... D:>

Claire: D:> ...

Harry: Wh-why're you s-so angry, anyway...? *He coughs roughly, laughing a bit in between each choked gasp*

Key: *shakes him slightly again* BECAUSE YOU SCARED THE shoot OUT OF ME!! D8>

Mia: Key, careful! D:

Claire: ...

Harry: *grimaces in pain again, but his face just returns to that sad smile he wore before* ... Y-You'll get over it... And th-then you wouldn't have t-to worry about me ever a-again...

Walter: Hell, we really need to give 'Arry some Prozac. DB

Mia: I should have picked some of those up in the pharmacy. D8

Key: Don't you DARE die on me, Gatzsky...! I-I wouldn't get over it as easily as you'd think...

Claire: ...

Harry: *He just painfully laughs, laughs at the whole situation in a disturbingly carefree way. He can't possibly survive. It was only a matter of time*

Walter: 8C

Key: Y-You can't die on me Harry... I-I can't l-lose you too...!

Mia: D:>

Claire: ...

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Walter: What if he's infected? What if he's already DEAD?? D8 We might have to leave him here, Key!

Harry: *...*

Key: You didn't abandon me, and we didn't abandon you. We're NOT leaving him! D8<

Mia: D:> ...

Claire: <:(

Walter: *Quietly* ... He stepped right in front of that charger... He was safely away from in, and he just... He just DID...

Harry: *...*

Key: *her voice cracks a bit* We'll talk about this later, just help me carry him! D8>

Mia: *bites her lip nervously*

Claire: *is still by the door. she isn't sure trying to bring Harry with them was a good idea--he may be too far gone to help by now*

Walter: <:/ *With a grunt, he lifts Harry's feet* Get his 'ead!

Harry: *...*

Key: *carefully lifts him by his shoulders, struggling a bit under his weight, but is determined not to drop him--he was broken enough already. they start to walk*

Mia and Claire: *defend them as they go--luckily, there weren't too many infected around after the last horde*

*slowly but surely, they inch themselves to the nearest safe house - a furniture store - and entering it*

Walter: *Gently puts Harry down on a sofa with Key* <:/

Harry: *Unconscious*

Walter: I think it's safe to take the mask off*

Key: *was already halfway through carefully removing his mask when Walter spoke. she drop the mask on the ground next to her, and looks him over, the panic obvious in her eyes*

Claire: *quickly goes to find a first aid kit*

Mia: *bars the door behind them, looking over at the couch* ... <:(

Walter: ... H-he just stepped... Stepped right out and... Christ, he was trying to KILL HIMSELF...

Harry: *unconscious*

Key: *frantically waves an arm at him, not really needing the thought in her head at the moment* SHHhhHHHhHHHH! D8 *goes back to checking Harry, dismayed by how DAMAGED he looks*

Claire: *comes back with the kit* ...

Mia: D:> ...

Walter: ... re we going to be able to help him with just THAT? D:

Harry: *...*

Key: *shakes her head, edging closer and closer to panic*

Mia: Well, we can always TRY... D:>

Claire: *says nothing--she knows Harry's chances aren't good*

Harry: *Lets out a small, pained groan, and opens his eyes a bit* ...? D;>

Walter: !! 8C

Mia: O_O!!

Claire: D:!!!

Key: <8D!!!

Harry: *He weakly moans from the pain, wishing that the charger could have just finished the job*

Walter: Right, uh -- l-let's fix him up as best as we can, alright? D8

Key: R-Right! D8 *carefully takes off his jacket and his shirt to get at his injuries, cringing at how mashed-up he looked. she takes the kit from Claire and does her best to clean up his injuries*

Mia: *is still afraid of getting infected, so she doesn't come too close, but she's still worried* <:(

Claire: *stays back from a similar fear* ...

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*They leave the safe house and walk*

Harry: *Doesn't put much effort in defending himself*

Walter: *He notices this and is forced to defend Harry a few times* D:

Key: *is also very aware of this--she stays close to him and fends off infected as best as she can* D:>

Mia: *also notices, and figures he's still upset from the day before*

Claire: *is very much aware of Harry's apparent apathy and tries to get them to walk faster*

*they walk faster, with Harry's deadly lack of enthusiasm not getting any better*

Harry: *Finally, he spots a charger in the distance* ! ...

Walter: *He also sees it and panics* D8 !!!

Charger: RUUAAH! ROOOO!!

Mia: D8!! *immediately starts shooting at it*

Key: !! *can't help Mia, as she is being kept busy by a bunch of commons*

Claire: *is also kept busy by the horde* D:

Charger: *Suddenly charges at them*

Harry: *He takes this chance to step right in front of it*

Walter: *Trying to defend himself from the onslaught of infected, when he sees this* 'ARRY!! D8

Charger: *Carries Harry far away, far far, into a condemned building, crashing right through a weakened wall and causing rubble to crash down all around them. The charger doesn't stop. It raises Harry and slams him into everything, over and over, crushing him, beating him*

Harry: *He wants this, even if it IS a slow death. He can feel his ribs cracking in the charger's grip and with each new forceful meeting with a surface of some sort, his vision gets spottier and spottier, and far more blurred*

Key: *panics* HARRY! D8>

Claire: !!!!! *unloads into the oncoming horde, trying to clear a path to Harry before it was too late to save him*

Mia: D8?!?! *shoots zombies*

Walter: *Cuts through them like butter, practically DANCING his way through them* COME ON!! D8<

Charger: *Keeps ramming Harry into things*

Harry: *He's cut and bruised in some areas, and all the head trauma has left him limp and unconscious. Seconds before, he hoped the charger could end him soon*

Key: *shoves her way through the horde behind Walter, desperate to get to Harry* D8

Claire and Mia: *continue shooting down infected as they keep coming*

Walter: *Keeps cutting through the zombies until they reach Harry and the charger*

Harry: *unconscious, but still being smashed against things by the charger*

Key: D8!!!! *focuses on the charger, making sure she doesn't hit Harry (oh god oh god please let him be alive oh god oh god oh god)*

Mia: *Manages to catch up to them, and helps Key*

Claire: *stays outside to fend off the horde* D:<

Charger: *It doesn't stop trying to kill Harry until it drops dead*

Harry: *Lies in the rubble like a broken doll, his blood and sweat mixed with dust and dirt*

Walter: ... frack. D8

Key: D8> ... *drops her pistols and immediately stumbles over the rubble to get to him (oh god oh god oh god oh god)*

Mia: D:> ... *turns around to help Claire with the horde*

Claire: *is still shooting infected*

Walter: Don't take his gas mask off, Key! No matter what, don't take it off!

Harry: *unconscious*

Horde: *coming to an end*

Mia: *as soon as the number of infected decreases to nothing, she runs inside* D:>

Claire: *looks back at them over her shoulder, staying by the opening into the building just in case more infected showed up* <:( ...

Key: *stops herself, as she was just about to--she reluctantly pulls her hands away* W-We have to move him! D8>

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Harry: *he doesn't bother gathering more ammo for his shotgun. No real point in using it today anyway*

Walter: *wakes up a little later*

Mia: *is still asleep*

Claire: *notices that Harry hasn't stocked up on ammunition, and assumes he had done so last night* ...

Key: *doesn't notice*

Harry: *He scratches at his developing beard, then goes to get his gas mask on*

Walter: *kisses Mia on the cheek*

Key: *waits around* ...

Claire: *pulls her mask on*

Mia: Mmh...? mmuuuuhhhh... 'morning...

Harry: *Is fully ready* ...

Walter: Good morning, Love... time to get up.

Mia: Mmkay... *sits up, and kisses Walter's cheek before getting up and getting ready*

Key: *waits, glancing absently around the safehouse, occasionally looking back at Harry* ...

Claire: *looks out the window, wondering how many infected there would be outside today* ...

Walter: *He also gets up to get ready*

Harry: *He refuses to look at anyone, especially not Key* ...

Key: *THIS she notices. she inches towards him and lightly touches his arm, asking him quietly* What's bothering you? <:(

Claire: *hears this, and glances over* ...?

Mia: *getting ready*

Harry: *flinches a bit when she touches him, but he refuses to look at her, or at least look her in the eyes* ... Nothing's wrong or anything, I'm just a bit blank...

Walter: :/ ?

Key: *slides her hand down to his, and squeezes it reassuringly* <:( ...

Mia: ?

Claire: ...Are we ready to go?

Harry: ... *He doesn't respond, but his slips his hand away from Key's and readies his gun*

Walter: <__< Uh... I am too!

Key: *quietly* I'm ready.

Mia: Uhm. Me too I guess? *puts her gas mask on*

Claire: ... :/ Alrighty then...

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Mia: ... And before all this started?

Walter: No one before this. I wouldn't have been able to anyway, even if I wanted to. Laws. Parents. The public eye. There have been times when, after all the abuse I had to endure, I just wanted to cut my parents' throats out... But I never did.

Mia: *looks relieved* okay... Okay, good.

Walter: ... I'm not... A bad person. Am I?

Mia: no! No, of course not...!

Walter: ... Then maybe I'm just a little confused...

Mia: ... about what, exactly?

Walter: I know you're disgusted that I kill people. I understand. So how do you believe I'm a good person?

Mia: *opens her mouth to speak, but now he has HER confused--she says nothing* ...

Walter: ... Do you TOLERATE me... and are only LYING about me being good?

Mia: If I was only "tolerating" you, you would be able to tell. It isn't like that at all... <:/

Walter: *He looks away from her, brushing some hair behind his ear* ... Okay. Okay.

Mia: Hey... Come on, let's get some sleep... I think we need it. <:(

Walter: *He smiles a little at her* ... Alright. <:) *He curls up in a corner of the room, closes his eyes and tries to sleep*

Mia: *curls up near him, trying very hard not to injure her shoulder again, and also tries to sleep*

*The Next Day*

Harry: *Is the first up, and immediately gets ready, though he's wondering how he'll be able to kill himself. He can't let himself get eaten, as it will be too easy for the others to get the infected off of him, and he could risk getting bitten and hurting the others (or forcing them to kill him, a responsibility he'd rather not force upon them). He can't shoot himself in the head because he has a shotgun. It would be too difficult to pull off and the others could easily stop him. He'll have to think*

Key: *wakes up not too long after Harry does, feeling a bit cold from the lack of shared warmth. she too gets ready*

Claire: *is also up early, quietly reloading her rifle*

Mia: *is asleep*

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Mia: that's a silly stereotype. :P not that you AREN'T smart. ;P

Walter: Hah! I was about to say. ;D

Mia: I'm not about to insult your cleverness, Walter. ;3

Walter: You're better than most, then. One survivor I came across once not only did THAT, but told me he slept with my mother and insisted that his prick was superior to mine. Of course, then he attacked me.

Mia: wow, what a jerk. :P

Walter: Well, I got my opportunity to cut him down, so that was satisfying. ;D

Mia: I can imagine. <:P

Walter: I really enjoy killing people when the person ticks me off a whole lot.

Mia: Yyyyeah, about that... How, um... How often do you kill people? D;

Walter: Well... Hmm... I've met about six or seven different people, not including you guys, and every single person has, one way or another, stabbed me in the back. Those blokes, the ones that think they can take advantage of me, are the ones who die. I would never kill anyone if I don't have to, but when I have to, I like it.

Walter: See, we can stay like this... This is nice, right? *Gives her a small smile*

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Harry: ... I'm sorry... I... I don't want to... To worry you.

Mia: *smiles back* Mhmm... *combs her fingers through his hair, closing her eyes*

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Key: Then... then stop giving me reason to worry... we're going to get through this, okay?

Walter: *He cuddles with her, being cautious as to not hurt her again*

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Harry: ... I won't say we'll get through this, but... I WILL say you won't have to worry about me again...

Mia: *is inwardly grateful that he wasn't pushing her any further--her arm still hurt a LOT. She was happy to cuddle with him*

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Key: ... You promise?

Walter: * murmurs to her, leaning on her uninjured shoulder* ... Maybe if we get through this... Maybe we could really have a FUTURE together... *he softly kisses her neck*

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Harry: ... Yes. You won't have to worry about me ever again. I p-promise.

Mia: *sighs, leaning her head against his* maybe we really COULD... I'd be happy...

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Key: ... Okay.

Walter: Sure we need to focus on surviving FIRST, but hey... we can make it. X3

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Harry: ... Funny how... I only decided to stick around because I was the only other one with you... But NOW... Now you have Walter and Mia.

Mia: *wistfully* yeah... Yeah, we can make it.

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Key: WE. WE have Walter and Mia. and Claire. That means we'll have a better chance of making it...

Walter: 'Ey... *He gives her a large grin* Chin up. We made it THIS far... We can make it so much farther. <:)

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Harry: ... Yeah... You... You're right...

Mia: *smiles a bit* Alright. I believe you. <:)

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Key: mmh... *snuggles with him* just try and get some sleep...

Walter: *He kisses her cheek* Good. X3

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Harry: ... Okay. *He snuggles back*

Mia: *nuzzles him back* you like being right, don't you?

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Key: *nuzzles him* goodnight...

Walter: Sometimes, yes. X3

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Harry: *Quietly* ... Night. *He rests against the wall and closes his eyes, trying to sleep*

Mia: well, it looks like you're on a roll. :P let's see if you can keep that up, hm?

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Key: * rests her head against his shoulder and tries to sleep*

Walter: I bet I could. I'm smart. I'm a Brit, aren't I? :P