That wasn't me, Poe almost says, but John appears to have already figured that out.
Poe looks toward the door, sees Rodney, sees the look on his face. And then John rolls sideways and falls off the bed, and it's all too perfect. Way, way too perfect.
Poe cracks the fuck up. He manages to get himself under control long enough to say: ] Hey, mind closing the door?
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Date: 2018-01-27 08:26 pm (UTC)Sounds like five stars to me, says John.
That wasn't me, Poe almost says, but John appears to have already figured that out.
Poe looks toward the door, sees Rodney, sees the look on his face. And then John rolls sideways and falls off the bed, and it's all too perfect. Way, way too perfect.
Poe cracks the fuck up. He manages to get himself under control long enough to say: ] Hey, mind closing the door?
[ And then he's back to laughing his ass off. ]