[He waits anxiously, pacing, and then finally, her text comes back. He's angry. He's worked up. So he quickly types]
fine, fine. I won't.
[This is wrong. He can't do this. He can't. He doesn't even know what he's going to do. But he needs to see him. Talk to him. A small part of him is scared at what he'll do, and another part is thrilled, pumped up. He pockets his device, and storms out of his room, heading for the brig.]
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text.
Date: 2014-08-16 05:38 am (UTC)fine, fine. I won't.
[This is wrong. He can't do this. He can't. He doesn't even know what he's going to do. But he needs to see him. Talk to him. A small part of him is scared at what he'll do, and another part is thrilled, pumped up. He pockets his device, and storms out of his room, heading for the brig.]
text.
Date: 2014-08-16 05:41 am (UTC)thanks
i mean it