Border Collie Poodle Mix teh_evil_bunny @ 2011-01-09T01: 28:00

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I hang the foot of the table. The flooded with books, papers and pens in the early hours of the morning, like the hum of the laptop is embedded in the brain since I woke up. Just three hours of sleep after returning from patrol. Tim remembers being collapsed, exhausted and sore muscles, in Dick's bed. Sometimes it is much easier to go back on the road to the Mansion. Dick never check, and hardly ever complains to occupy the middle of the bed. Dick through the room, barefoot and wearing the shirt andpajama pants clinging to the skin, hair still wet swirls fact neglected. Tim holds the pen between the teeth and blinks repeatedly when Dick was inclined to take a shirt from the washer and the waves in fast movements, as if a nunchaku in his hands. The shakes and slips his hand in one movement, before launching into a rap against the clothesline. The shirt is rolled out of sheer inertia, the rope shaking. Dick does not get at him, continues taking the clothes from the washer and repeating the exercise, increasing the speed with each passing second. The speed and technique, and Tim bites the pen before taking it out of the mouth and leave his side on the surface of the table. Apa rta look Dick arched neck and the way the shirt sticks to your back. Directs it to the pool of water formed on Dick, and two meters from the machine. Finally is Dick who turns toward him, smiling broadly and bullying on the lips, a twinkle in her eyes. Tim shakes his head. Dick lower your shoulders and frown, like a beaten chachorro. Crosses his arms, "what" and sounds almost petulant, but with a smile about to bloom again. "Nothing Tim swallows a low laugh, that bubbling unconscious that each time the angle of the mouth of Dick and shakes, ready to laugh -. I do not think any of that board.