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discoveredinalj2012-03-10 10:35 am
callistosh65.livejournal.com) wrote in discoveredinalj2012-03-10 10:35 am
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Ode to a Lemsip
"Sit up and wrap your hands around this."
Doyle blinks himself semi-upright and stares at the mug.
"Wrap 'em around something else, if you like."
He tries a leer, but what with the watery eyes, unwashed hair and red nose, it's not a particularly tempting offer.
Bodie thinks about actually petting him, but he can wait.
Twenty minutes later, the Lemsip is in, and Bodie has a furnace plastered to his ribs.
"Always so cold," slurs Doyle, pressing into his neck. "'S nice."
Bodie sighs, squeezes, all mock sufferance.
Truth be told, he rather likes a Doyle on Lemsips.
Doyle blinks himself semi-upright and stares at the mug.
"Wrap 'em around something else, if you like."
He tries a leer, but what with the watery eyes, unwashed hair and red nose, it's not a particularly tempting offer.
Bodie thinks about actually petting him, but he can wait.
Twenty minutes later, the Lemsip is in, and Bodie has a furnace plastered to his ribs.
"Always so cold," slurs Doyle, pressing into his neck. "'S nice."
Bodie sighs, squeezes, all mock sufferance.
Truth be told, he rather likes a Doyle on Lemsips.