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-I blush softly- Thanks -I stutter-
Sal! It's not safe yet. The guards will be trying to get in.
-I kick his legs out from under him and sit on sals chest. His own arrow at his throat- Check mate
Come on! We are safe for now. One song. That's all I ask for... -some how my fingers get twisted up and play a cross between Mozart and Hot n Cold-
-I flip my braid over one shoulder and look at sal in the falling sun light-
You sing right? -my fingers play You're gonna go far kid by The Offspring absentmindedly-
-I sigh and lay there- White flag of surrender.
-I grimace realizing I can't stitch my heel. I press the towel onto it as hard as I can and tape it.- I know I know. Hand me the keyboard on top...
(no. The shark eats us next!) Ya... -I'm still holding sals hand as we walk out into the street-
Sal... I suggest you stick to the instruments and not melt my wall -while my mind is distracted I shove the burning pliers into my heel. They...
-I chuckle a little as the credits roll over the screen-
-I find them and heat the pliers- Anyone who hates screaming my want to go in the recording room.
Like I said it's better when some one goes with you
-I lay the towel under my foot and pry open my medical box.- Pliers and lighter. Where are you?!
(hush)
And a towel -I point to the corner where a stack of dry towels are stacked on the drums-
Fire away -I ninja roll so I'm beside him with my blade pressed against his Achilles tendon- Step and you wont ever walk again