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( safe to say, he’s loosening up a bit. around ash, anyway. )
oh, yeah. who needs professional help when i’ve got your biceps to get me through the day ?
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( he puffs out his chest at that hidden smile. they're rare from quentin, and he takes each one like a trophy. his own dopey smile peeks. )
would feeling those big strong muscles make you feel better?
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( a cheeky little smile slooowly slides onto his lips. he hides it by pretending to scratch at his chin. )
i was being sarcastic. not about you having muscles, but, y’know, the whole * getting them part.
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nothing's gonna happen to ol' ash. i've dealt with meaner, and probably uglier. you think i got these muscles from just standing around and looking pretty?
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m’gonna kill myself by * not staying awake even more. y’know how i told you a while ago that i had some pretty fucked up demons ? yeah, well, it’s that. it’s always that.
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