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Date Posted: 21:32:52 06/28/07 Thu
Author: Kyrian
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Haylie 's message, "Do, do you love me?" on 21:04:10 06/28/07 Thu

(As much as all of the men would rather be *cough* protecting *cough* their women, they all had an understandably increased workload. Looking for a stalker was a lot of work, especially since they had absolutely no physical or biological evidence to work from. They were essentially looking for a needle in an invisible haystack. Stepping out of the men's locker room showers, Kyrian walked bare assed over to his locker, toweling his hair as he walked. The men couldn't very well snigger and make comments about him now, there was not an ounce of fat on his entire 6'0" frame. He was honed into the man he had been before he'd met Haylie. He shook his head as he thought of his pregnant girlfriend, and the argument they had had tat morning.. about her using the laptop in a conventional manner when it was plainly obvious that it would be easier for all parties involved if she just moved to the table. He had merely thought it looked uncomfortable, with her perching a widescreen laptop on the four inches of leg revealed beyond her globe like belly. She had merely wrinked her nose at him and reminded him that it was a laptop. Women. Feeling the familiar sense of antsy nerves running over him again, he snorted and reached for his deodorant. He wanted to get her out of that apartment and away from what it represented. He hated that she was there.. hated that Shay was still there and most of all he hated that Remy was hellbent on living in the place to prove a fucking point. It would be awfully fucking ironic if the bastard returned to finish the job he had started.. would that prove a point? With Haylie close to popping, he was becoming more and more nervous.. mostly because he was afraid to be around her lest she suddenly go into labor. The worst of it was that, since the attack on Shay had only increased his need to protect Haylie and their unborn child, he thought he understood exactly how a man with balls like Remy's could drop like a fly from a heart attack. Women did that to them. Stubborn, annoying, self-engrossed - ) God damnit, Nichols.. I swear on everything holy I am going to snap your fingers off and shove them up your ass. (He sniffed his gel deodorant and rolled his eyes. His 'friend' had taken the liberty of replacing the contents of the deodorant container with a hemorhoidal cream, and now he smelled like an old man and his armpits were on fire from the medication.) Fucker. (He gritted as he reached for his boxers, pulling them and then a pair of cargo shorts on. He slipped on his deck shoes and pulled a beater over his head. His fingers mused his hair until it looked presentable, then he snatched his keys and bag and headed out, with Braden's laughter following him from the office. Less than twenty minutes later, he was stepping into the apartment, still reeking of old man and with his arms slightly held out. He saw Remy leaning over to kiss his wife, obviously just arriving home as well, and promptly put his arms down again, wincing a little at the grit of rashed skin rubbing together. He was going to kill Braden Nichols. Feeling just a little grumbly, but more than happy to see his girlfriend, he crossed over and threw his bag into his room before leaning down to kiss Haylie.) Hey sweety.. how you feeling? (He said, then placed his hand on her belly in his usual greeting to their child.)

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inside -- Haylie, 22:13:36 06/28/07 Thu
- Inside -- Kyrian, 22:25:38 06/28/07 Thu
  - inside -- Haylie, 13:01:39 07/02/07 Mon
    - Inside -- Kyrian, 13:59:58 07/02/07 Mon
      - inside -- Haylie, 14:33:54 07/02/07 Mon
        Inside -- Kyrian, 14:47:53 07/02/07 Mon
        inside -- Haylie, 10:53:18 07/03/07 Tue
        Inside -- Kyrian, 11:20:10 07/03/07 Tue
        inside -- Haylie, 11:44:18 07/03/07 Tue
        Inside -- Kyrian, 12:01:02 07/03/07 Tue
        inside -- Haylie, 12:13:49 07/03/07 Tue
        Inside -- Kyrian, 12:29:44 07/03/07 Tue
        inside -- Haylie, 22:59:16 07/03/07 Tue
        Inside -- Kyrian, 23:40:03 07/03/07 Tue
        inside -- Haylie, 00:20:33 07/04/07 Wed
        Inside -- Kyrian, 00:33:18 07/04/07 Wed