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[matadorable]

If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[matadorable]

[Joaquin's movements are met with a whine from Manolo, who stubbornly digs his fingers into his friend's shirt in a bid to keep him in place. There's no way he's coherent enough to ask questions. He just wants to stay like this for a few more hours...]

[medalsome]

[Joaquin frowns, not sure how to take that. Guilt eats at him when he thinks of how tight Manolo seems to clutch onto him though.

.... fuck this, man. It's way too early for this and he's hungover and sick feeling.

He gives up, closing his eyes as he resettles.]