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Bonnie smiled as she crossed the park, enjoying the wind on her face, and the smell of flowers in the air. It was amazing how much more real everything felt now that she was alive again. Being the Anchor had it’s downsides, of course, but the benefits greatly outweighed them.

         [ outgoing call; Chibs ]

     [ text;Ian  @ 12:14PM ] beats the shit out of me 

     [ text;Ian  @ 12:15PM ] i think that was the last piece of cheese too

    A head of black was all that was visible as the face of the boy      below was buried into the pillow beneath him. Arm slung over one      side of the bed and legs sprawled. He was resting peacefully in noth-      ing but a bare chest and a pair of boxers. A brow quirked in a tired      haze as arms came to his shoulders and jerked him up with a forceful      shove of his back into the mattress below. A slight look of aggravation,      as if he could very well kill whoever was responsible, flicked past his      face in instinct but was gone just as suddenly as it had come. The sight      of the boy atop him, pinning him to the bed for a change, coaxed an im-      pressed grin across his lips as he stared up.

          “Careful, hotshot. Actin' like that's gonna get you in trouble.”