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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[There's a poof and here is Wolfwood, carrying a greasy brown bag that smells of fresh donuts close to his chest. He looks around quickly, and let's out his breath, shoulders sagging and a troubled expression crossing his face. He dons a tired smile and smooths the front of his decidedly bright apron, graced with a big yellow smiley face.]

Hey needle noggin! You 'round here? [digs out a cigarette but can't light it up yet] Where'd that spikey idiot run off too? I got his dammed donuts, as promised.

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[starts laughing and gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder] Well~ it's one-sided but yeah, you got it.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Er, really? [...decides that it's not safe to keep asking about this] ... Say, why would you need my advice about women, anyway?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, poor girl's crushing hard. [eyes him and snorts] Why'd you think I need it?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

You're the one that was getting upset over it instead of doing something.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I'm a priest; I don' have time for learnin' 'bout women.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

So you... don't have the time to learn about women, but you don't want my advice?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[staaaaaaares at him and grumbles, looking for another cigarette] Why can't you get it through that pointy skull o' yours I ain't anyone she should be chasin'?!

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

I wasn't arguing that. Just saying!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I don' need any advice! Shit! I'll jus' stay away from her.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

If that's what you think is best.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[eyes him and snorts, giving the crumbled bag a kick] Aren't you the wise one.