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[hatesthefood]

Number one. I'm happy to be out of the damn hospital. Not that I'm not grateful for the work they did during the sheep shit, because I am. I'm just glad I'm not wanting to eat people anymore because that shit's just wrong.

Yeah, Beckett, by the way? I still have a headache, and mind telling me where my bike is?

Now, did anything freaky happen while I was out of commission? Anything important? Dean turn into a ugly chick or something?

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[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Nothing important. Are you... are you well? You're not dead again?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Just bruised thanks to Beckett. You okay?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

No nasty sheep stuff?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I stayed inside the entire time. They didn't come for me.

You're certain you are alright?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Just fine. Grumpy, but alright.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Because you don't have your bike, or because you were injured?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Beckett pistol-whipped me to knock me out and she had to have been the one to take my bike!

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

You were acting quite strange, and you shouldn't have been riding it anyway. I think she did you a favor.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Maybe so, but she hit me over the head.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

...did you threaten her?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

.... no? Maybe? I might've said I wanted to eat her. I can't really remember.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I'd thing being threatened with becoming dinner is a valid excuse to hit someone over the head.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Well yeah, but I think she killed some brain cells.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

You don't sound permanently damaged.