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Hello, I'm Lee Adama, and this is

fandomtherapy. Tell me your troubles, emo, ~~and fear of the new students!~~

^_^

Hey...we are not puppets for your amus- what prophecies?

I'm trying he just hung up on that whole soul thing.

*glees* I know a *secret*....

He didn't make me promise not to tell, either. He just thinks he did.

Yeah, soul, emo, angst, perfect happiness, bah.

I think he's just omg uptight.

A secret?

C'mon, Parker, spill.

Any ideas how the frell to loosen him up, then?

He's Irish, sorta. Let him suck down a zillion bottles of booze, take him dancing, then fall on him. That should do the trick.

Seeeecret.

Heheheh. Mine, my precious... *whaps self*

Didja know that he might get a reward from the Powers someday? A really *cool* reward?

Okay, I'll try that, but if he starts singing Danny Boy, you die.

*sideways glance*

What kind of reward?

If he starts singing Danny Boy, I'll kill him for you. Dear god, never the singing.

Didja ever see a movie called Pinocchio?.... enh, probably not. Bad movie anyway.

Would you like him more, or less, if he didn't have to drink blood?

No, not him! *flails* I can't sex up a pile of dust!

No I haven't.

I don't know. What does his diet have to do with his personality?

Fiiiiine. A sound *thwapping*, then.

Some people think you are what you eat....

Okay, backing away from that line of thought.

So, if he didn't have to drink blood, it wouldn't make a difference to you? How about if he could go out in the sunlight?

Yes, sound head-thwappings always work.

Welll, he'd stop with that brooding over the lack of outdoor date possibilities, which can only be a good thing.

*fiendish, knowing, smirk*

Parker? Are you going where I think you're going with this?

If you think I'm going in a direction where your boyfriend no longer has to get his bag lunch from a baggie, you're right.

Funny old world, isn't it?

*whaps Wings upside the head*

Veeeery interesting...

*pleased smirk*

Isn't it?

He wasn't gonna tell you.

But then, he didn't tell that Buffy chick, either. They broke up.

Why am I not surprised?

*thwaps boyfriend upside the head*

Because you know him?

*counter-thwaps, 'cause it's fun!*

Dufus. You're dating a dufus.

Of course, there's no way to know if/when this will happen. Could be after you-- and any other blondes he knows-- are long dead.

So he's angsting. Sorry about that.

*thwaps Wings again*

True.

Hey, only I'm allowed to thwap him!

*thwaps on Parker's behalf*

*eye-roll* Technically, any version of me that might have existed in his dimension is already long dead. Boy could at least let himself be optimistic.

*thwap, thwap, thwap*

Fine. You do thwap well, so, yay.

*glees*

But an entertaining dufus. Kind of like having your own personal court jester. Or something.

See, and if I said that, he'd just argue with me.

If you wear the red dress and say that? He might lose powers of speech.

*Feline grin*

Intriging idea, Parker.

*griiin*

*smiiiiirk*

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