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Jun. 9th, 2012 11:50 pm[And he'd left -- because standing there a moment longer would have meant imminent dehydration for San and Megamind didn't feel like being stuffed into the fucking stocks for three days.
Primitive bloody punishments. Foul.
So he'd used his giant blue head for once and left before there was an incident, and on his way back to his room he stops to grab a bottle of booze to drown his irritation and annoyances away.
And there he sits, in a chair stolen from God only knew where, hunched over some blueprints, pen quill sticking out of his mouth and bottle settled between his thighs.]
Primitive bloody punishments. Foul.
So he'd used his giant blue head for once and left before there was an incident, and on his way back to his room he stops to grab a bottle of booze to drown his irritation and annoyances away.
And there he sits, in a chair stolen from God only knew where, hunched over some blueprints, pen quill sticking out of his mouth and bottle settled between his thighs.]
