colony_brat | (no subject)

[Voice clicks on to the sound of Duo moving around in bed in the early hours of the morning. He'd gone to be early, tired from talking to his friends and trying to convince them to stop their desire for blood and death. He'd also worn himself out "cooking" and preparing to blow parts of the town if he needed to. Haseo'd stayed the night with the rather cranky pilot, but now Duo's entered the second cycle and he's not himself.]

God damn, my head hurts. What was I, drunk last night or something? Ah, get the hell off me! Who said you could touch me? I'd never want someone like you touching me ever. It's disgusting. Get the hell out of my room, you freak. What the hell is wrong with people?

(ooc: Introducing, anti-Duo. Please note the lack of broken English is not an accident. Also, sorry Haseo, I know it hurts. The good news is, this Duo lies, a lot. Also, sorry to everyone else, but since this Duo doesn't like people, he won't be posting on anyone else's journal which kinda sucks since you guys have made some great posts.)