（ he grins, tosses back the rest of that second beer. the empty can gets tossed irreverently somewhere in the bedroom, and then he schleps up from the bed, his motions almost uncomfortably like those of a spider, long limbs unfolding with motion that stops just short of being unnatural.
if carver's sharp, he might notice what does it — this isn't someone who moves with any pain, or even any memory of it. someone who's never had to guard an injury, or worry that one wrong move is going to jolt some broken bone. ）
Sure. We can fuck. But get outta the way, I need to take a piss first.
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if carver's sharp, he might notice what does it — this isn't someone who moves with any pain, or even any memory of it. someone who's never had to guard an injury, or worry that one wrong move is going to jolt some broken bone. ）
Sure. We can fuck. But get outta the way, I need to take a piss first.
（ and like, you're blocking the bathroom, man. ）