"I certianly hope you're not counting on me to come rescue you everytime you get a bit worked up and give yourself an attack, Deangelo." A low voice drawls, a man appering from the trees. Tall and elegent, he has a fridig air that makes Deangelo look like a sugar plum in comparison. "It's your own damned fault, and I don't have the money to support your problems." He kneals next to the gasping boy, laying a kiss on his cheek that is anything but loveing.
In reply to: Emelia 's message, "(())She seemed to breathe a little easier as he took another breath. she looked at him, remaining on her knees before him.(())"Okay..what in hell was that?"(())She asked, eyes scanning over him, as if to see if there was something else wrong that she wasn't aware of. Her brow was stil lightly furrowed, she could tell he wasn't out of danger yet, and she wasn;t sure if she she go against his wishes and call for an ambulance of if she should wait and see what happened.(()) (OOC: hehhe, I can hardly wait LOL!)" on Sun, Dec 12 2004, 9:31am PST


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