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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[sitting at his desk on the Plane, looking somewhat smug and rather content with himself]

Oi, Tyler. We've gotta talk. I've got some information on the Frenchie I've been meaning to tell you.

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....well that wasn't what she expected.]


....he....

He what?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Got himself some kittens.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

H-- [God that is a place her mind DID NOT NEED TO GO] Kittens. He has-- [No. Words.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And this is why I wasn't gonna tell ya. Skirts just can't handle it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck you. [has had it with Men right now]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[then Gene's so the wrong person to talk to] Suit yourself.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Rrue 'nuff. Sigh.] Sorry.

What were planning on doing with that information, anyway?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Just thought it'd be good to have.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

How old are they?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What do I look like, a nanny? I can't tell.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Guh] Right. Of course not. [Staring broodingly into space over his head]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Somethin' wrong?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Not really. Just... [Taps his desk with two fingers and straightens up.] Don't bring them into it if you can avoid it. Whatever they are, they can't help their... parents.