"What the hell did you...?!" [For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Jun. 10th, 2010 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamnotmyfatherThere had been a few rumors that Jim had heard and he wanted to think they were just that, rumors. So he headed down to the rec room where his boy said he'd be and stood in the doorway, eyes scanning the room until he came across him. What the hell was this? It had better not be what he thought it was. If it was there was going to be a shit ton of problems. Ones that neither man would want to deal with.
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Date: 2010-06-15 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-15 03:30 pm (UTC)"I think I can live with that, Sir."
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Date: 2010-06-15 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-15 11:20 pm (UTC)"No, sir. I know I can live with that... and with you."
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Date: 2010-06-16 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 05:51 pm (UTC)"Thank you, Master."
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Date: 2010-06-16 11:46 pm (UTC)"You're welcome."
It's whispered even as he lets himself drift off.