you burn too bright, you live too fast

ALSO WANTED: Lab partner who is NOT a Teenage Mutant Ninja Drama Queen and NOT in possession of an ego the size of most Russian splinter republics. NOT being Paige also a plus.

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Damn. I made all the qualifications right until the end there.

Ohno, wait! It doesn't matter, because you're an ass.

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My ass and I can finish that reactive molecular ablation process on our own, then, without the need for an assistant!

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Assis- fine! And while you're at it, feel free to go to hell! Or at least, somewhere far, far away from me!

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Near you right now would BE Hell! Not a problem!

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Why aren't you getting the hint, you skinny little plebian? GET OUT!

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Out? I was here FIRST! You can't kick me out of my lab in the middle of my experiment! So there!

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*eyeroll*

Will you two PLEASE JUST STOP?

Either kill each other or kiss, whatever one it is. Please.

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public journal arguments = bad.

stopping right now = good.

not stopping right now = me coming down there and promptly collapsing in a whimpering ball on the floor. do we really want to go there?

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Done. Do stay where you are. I'm not down there anyway; ruins the affect.

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You even think in this direction, Mr. Summers, and I'll sic Jean on you.

No worries, if it gets out of hand, I can patrol the labs. Nothings worse than a Scot on the warpath. But it seems to be defusing.

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napping again. promise.

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You'd better be. Remember, I can cheat and check on you telepathically by asking Nathan to do it. So, nyah.

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And don't think I won't, Scott. Go back to bed.

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I knew there was a reason I married you.

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Because I'm dashingly handsome with an impeccable sense of timing?

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Something like that, I suppose. ;)

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You might not have heard, what with the head up your ass syndrome, but I happen to live down here.

But you know what? Fine. Someone has to be the mature one in this relationship, and since you seem incapable of anything beyond snide commentary, take the room. I'll be back for my things later.

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relationship?

ooooohhhhh

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Ahaha- watch it, missy. I have all this pent up anger and all these adults telling me I can't rip out Forge's throat and... shoot, you're cute.

But! But! ...rrr.

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wanna go shopping? there's this cool little paint-your-own-pottery place near the mall, you can paint one all metallicy and then smash it!

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I'm no artist, but I smash things reeeeal good. May Jubes come as well? We can make the loudest pieces of pottery ever.

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the louder the better!

of course she can come! I mean, with her clothing, no one will even notice me ;)

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*grins* Yay! Loud pottery is definitely my style.

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I'll even borrow one of her (larger so it'll fit, skinny minx) shirts. It will be an extravaganza type thing.

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it's cause she has no boobs.

woe.

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I have boobs! I'm just petite. :) It makes the gymnastics and flippy fun stuff a _lot_ easier.

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no no, I'm jealous!

fencing would be _so_ much easier...at least the straight jacket helps. but boob guards? such a horrible horrible thing.

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*grins* Okay, I seriously had no idea there was such a thing as 'boob guards'.

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oh yeah, they're these moulded plastic plate things you can put inside the jacket, problem is, they are pre-sized and get jostled around so you end up with these picasso looking boobs from men in tights. which is seriously not the look I'm going for. and they don't breathe at all, which makes the jacket and mask twice as hot as they already are. I'll just take the bruises any day.

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Do I even want to know what this is about?

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I'll let you know when I get back, okay? I'm embarassed enough as it is as to how public angst this got.

Meep! Being dragged! Have my phone with email capabilities if needed!

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I completely understand. (Nathan once threw my couch out the window during an argument we had and it nearly landed on my uncle. So I understand embarrassing.) Go and have fun because you're all mine when you get back. :)

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*grins* Didn't you know the public fights are copyright to me and Manuel? Might have to charge you for this little spat. Or possibly give you some pointers on how to really make yourself unpleasant.

Manny? This is all joking, by the way. That wacky British humour of mine...

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Roomie? Should I be bringing ice cream?

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Mm. Let's go smash plates, okay?

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Smashing plates sounds good. And then you can be in awe of the yellow overalls I'm buying to go the fair with. I'm going for an 'old movie: State fair' cliche look, only louder!

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Whoa. Just... whoa.

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*grins* Complete with chunky goth boots and red shirt with crazy smiley on it.

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Finding my new lab assistant and my independent study student after each other's throats...

I'm not going to find any weird, disgusting surprises in the labs, am I? Because the one time Henry and I got into it, we boobie trapped the lab we were working in and Rory got caught up in it.

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I... oh, this reply is really hard to type without snarling...

No disgusting surprises.

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Oh good. You honestly don't want to know what I put in Henry's boot that one time.

When you get back, my dear, I'm going to set up a conference call with Dr. Conners because I need to talk shop with the poor man. He's looking forward to talking with you.

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That would be fantastic. Thank you.

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