Guy closed his eyes. The hand felt even better now, as the rest of him was starting to go comfortably numb. "Dear god, what a complicated soul you must have," he said, mockingly. He had no intention whatsoever to call the other Irwin. He trailed a hand over the other's chest, smiling at the bruise it came across. "A rather debauched soul at that."
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Date: 2012-11-09 11:10 pm (UTC)