"Oh god, why are you even talking to these two sad puppies?" Adam interjected. "Because really. You need new wingmen. And I happen to be a registered poon-hound." He jabbed a thumb towards himself.
Mitchell didn't even eyeroll as much as pull his eyes away from Adam and look demonstratively in a different direction.
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Date: 2012-09-23 01:30 pm (UTC)Mitchell didn't even eyeroll as much as pull his eyes away from Adam and look demonstratively in a different direction.
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