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If you require my services and have tried to contact me without a response, I may be unavailable.

Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I am physically able.

Romulus Hart, 1st lieutenant

Comments

[text - midday]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

oh my fucking god

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[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

i fell in another fucking hole

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[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

.....where are you?

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[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

in a fucking hole.

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[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

you have mentioned that

Elaborate please and I will come get you

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[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[x,y]

why are there more holes

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[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I will be there shortly. Are you injured

Because killua and I needed a way to give a concrete definition to the word 'dumbass'

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[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

my ass hurts




and what is that supposed to mean

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[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

did you break your tailbone?

Killua told me that it would be a concrete way to measure the term 'dumbass'. Those who fell in our holes would be officially dumbass and the others would not

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[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

nothing is broken


i'm not a dumbass

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[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

according t Killuas technicial definition you are.

[But Rome shows up in a minute or so, peering over the edge.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[Morgan is lying on his stomach, drawing in the dirt with his finger. :T]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

For the record.

[He hops down, sighing.]

I am still skeptical of Killua's theory.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

It's a pretty stupid one.

[He hefts himself to his feet.]

I'm a dumbass most of the time, but no one is a dumbass all of the time.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I do not know if that makes sense either.

[He motions toward the edge.]

I will lift you up and then you will assist me. Understood?

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[Morgan sighs and nods at that, moving over to Rome.]

You could have just helped me out, you know. But give me a boost.

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to overestimate your physical skill.

[He moves up next to the wall, threading his fingers together to let Morgan use his hands as a step.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

My physical skill is just fine.

[But he uses Rome's fingers as a step, hoisting himself out of the pit.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

You were recently injured.

[Looking up at him expectantly.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[And Morgan looks.

Momentarily conflicted.





Before he finally reaches down to offer him an arm.]

I'm mostly healed.

[Kind of.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[The corners of his mouth twitch up, and he reaches up to grab the other man's wrist, pulling himself up. He's light, and tiny enough to where it's not that big of a deal.]

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[It's really not a big deal - Morgan is lithe, but he's pretty strong.




That doesn't stop him from over-dramatically heaving and grunting as he pulls Rome up.]

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[He makes it with a little nod, glancing around.]

Give me your PCD. I will mark the rest of the pits on your map so you know where they are.

[makeitmemorable.livejournal.com]

[He passes it over.]

And what happens when a little kid falls in the pit and breaks its neck?

[dogtagcollar.livejournal.com]

[He frowns and starts programming them in.]

We dug them shallow enough not to hurt anyone. Killua said it would be okay.