Tony's hand settled on her head, fingers running through her hair. Obviously, something more was going on. He didn't like it. Hopefully Emil, whoever the hell Emil was, would have some answers.
"Yeah, yeah. Tell me that when you're not puking in foliage."
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Date: 2011-03-21 12:30 am (UTC)"Yeah, yeah. Tell me that when you're not puking in foliage."