Far be it from Arthur to question Leto's emotions when it meant that. His elbows gave way under him eventually, and he flopped back to the floor, scraping around for something to take a hold of (Leto's blankets were very convenient). "Bw-- cnn," he mumbled, as his hips bucked up. "Twll tin."
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Date: 2009-05-28 07:40 pm (UTC)