The ice cream was almost forgotten, in his hands. Delirium had so much to offer, and he was just absolutely infatuated with her. Nothing sexual, obviously, but, God. "Hurt you," he repeated in a slow voice, picking up another spoonful of ice cream. The stuff was practically soup now. "Why? What happened to you?" The look in his eyes was all too intrigued with this conversation to not be creepy.
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:17 am (UTC)