January 2012
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“If it’ll mess with your meds, maybe you shouldn’t…” he said, looking a little worried as he looked over at Tom. The last thing they needed was Tom getting even worse than he had been previously. Or rather, the last thing Clay needed. It was obvious Tom never really cared about the fact that he was a heartless killer. The only thing he seemed to care about was what Clay thought about...
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Biting his lip, Clay nodded and set the items down before climbing to his feet once more and dusting off the legs of his pants. Heading over to the kitchen area, he bent down and grabbed another beer before handing it to Tom. “You’re still able to drink, right?” He asked, grabbing his own before he joined Tom again.
“I really shouldn’t, but yeah,” he grinned a...
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Clay swallowed around the lump in his throat, sitting back a bit on his heels as he nodded. “Yeah, I figured as much.” He muttered under his breath, eyes falling to the floor between them. He knew it wouldn’t be that easy to get out but at least with Tom so chipper, there was more of a chance of him trusting Clay. And as a result, more opportunities for him to get out of the cabin,...
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Clay nodded, screwing the cap back on before he set the bottle down. He’d just get more, as if it were that simple. Letting out a soft breath, Clay crouched down next to the sandy haired man and ran a hand over his mouth. “Does it make it worse if you’re on them for awhile and then just stop? Or does it just go back to how it was?” He inquired, eyes meeting Tom’s with a curious...
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Clay’s eyes locked onto the bottle before he dropped the trash bag to the floor and reached out, snatching the bottle up before examining it. He wasn’t very familiar with antipsychotics, but he had a feeling they had to be pretty strong to make someone like Tom do such a complete one eighty. “And when they run out?” He pressed, popping off the cap so that he could count the pills...
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“I don’t know.” Clay voiced, teeth dragging over his bottom lip as shifted a bit on his feet. Tom was right, it really shouldn’t matter. He was better and instead of looking a gift horse in the mouth, he should just accept it. But he couldn’t. It was too immediate a change and far too drastic for Clay to trust it. “I just… I guess I want to know why so that I can figure out if it’s...
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Clay watched the man for a long time, trying to see if he could recognize any part of him because at the moment, he was seeing an entirely different person. He was used to cold eyes, gruff responses and an all around aggressive attitude and the man currently cleaning up the cabin had none of those. “I’m just trying to figure out what happened.” He replied honestly, taking another sip...
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Tom’s reply caused Clay to purse his lips, eyes focusing on a spot on the wall as he tried to figure out what was really going on. Obviously this was still his Tom but that didn’t explain why he was acting so cheerful all of a sudden. Opening the bottle in his hand, Clay tossed the cap to the floor and took a long sip before focusing his attention on Tom once more. “Did you go...
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Clay nodded, quickly moving to grab the bar and help Tom feed the curtains onto it before he put it back up, making sure it clicked into place before he spread the curtains out. It actually looked pretty good considering they were inside an abandoned cabin deep in the woods. Offering Tom a faint smile, he stepped back and wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Yeah, the bugs are getting...
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Clay had laid down to nap a good two hours ago but found himself as wide awake as ever thanks to Tom’s sudden personality change. Honestly, it scared him more than Tom on his worst day because this Tom was completely unpredictable. For Christ’s sake, he had brought home flowers. It was completely bizarre and Clay really wasn’t sure how to feel about all of it but he’d play along for...
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Tom was currently in the cabin, for once looking cleaner and more well kept, more so then he had done in a long time. Next to him, were a light pair of curtains, and a bucket of soapy, warm water. Dipping the sponge into it, he runs the sponge over the dirty window, cleaning the grease and mould and dirt off the glass. Just that small change made the living area look brighter.
He’d bought...
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I'm not acting weird.
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bemy-valentine:
claymiller:
bemy-valentine:
claymiller replied to your post: What is going on? Seriously. You’re so… off.
I’ll stop when you stop acting so weird.
Yeah, alright.
What’s wrong? I swear I’m fine.
I guess it’s a step up from carving hearts out for sport.
I feel better, I guess.
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I'm not acting weird.
claymiller:
bemy-valentine:
claymiller replied to your post: What is going on? Seriously. You’re so… off.
I’ll stop when you stop acting so weird.
Yeah, alright.
What’s wrong? I swear I’m fine.
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nebulasan asked: *giggles* Sorry, I guess I'm starting to creep you out with the real me.
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I'm not acting weird.
claymiller replied to your post: What is going on? Seriously. You’re so… off.
I’ll stop when you stop acting so weird.
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claymiller-deactivated20120712 asked: What is going on? Seriously. You're so... off.
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nebulasan asked: *smiles and messes up his hair*
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gameonpetrova1-deactivated20120 asked: Yet.
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nebulasan asked: Maybe you should take a picture, it will last longer. *chuckles and gives him a soft smile*
