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what constitutes as a "line"? a sentence? a section separated by a line break?
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PMush Perfect posted:Can we use Discord voice chat to coordinate? once the challenge begins, no.
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"Adus posted:what constitutes as a "line"? a sentence? a section separated by a line break? the last thing you said. STING 64 fucked around with this message at 00:33 on Jun 14, 2017 |
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Another of our members from our sign up appears to be missing. Can we replace imgay with Mr. F!?
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Also, we aren't allowed to voice chat, but are we allowed to text chat?
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Team Hulun seems to be missing the "Team" part.
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maybe this is a stupid question when you quote your tribemate, do you add your new line INSIDE the quote? or quote them and add the entire text again with your added line?
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May 9, 2017 00:08
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yes, can we get a sample of what a "correct" post looks like?
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Mayor Glowku posted:Also, we aren't allowed to voice chat, but are we allowed to text chat? you cannot do any out of thread communication once the challenge is on.
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jivjov posted:yes, can we get a sample of what a "correct" post looks like?
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jivjov posted:yes, can we get a sample of what a "correct" post looks like? Imagine this is the body of text you'd be working with John Cena suuuuucks He really suuuuucks John Cena suuuuucks John Cena suuuuucks The way this would start out, Player One would simply just post the first line, no quotes needed. Player One's Post: John Cena suuuuucks Player two would then quote that line, repeat it, and then add the next line, like so Player Two's Post: Player One posted:John Cena suuuuucks He really suuuuucks Player Three would then quote THAT, add the next appropriate line, and this process repeats until the entire body has been completely quoted. Like so: Player Three's Post: quote:John Cena suuuuucks He really suuuuucks John Cena suuuuucks and so on until the entire body is finished with no errors STING 64 fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Jun 13, 2017 |
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Alright probst/cena/grody/PERSON I am ready
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if we finish can we start over just in case or do we stop until a call is made?
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Bonesaw is ready
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I'm SUBBING in::::: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajrVFwlyKtI
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Alright guys, teams have been selected, the time for questions is over. I don't know if anyone is skimming the rules instead of reading them but to make things interesting, you're going to do this in backwards order starting from the bottommost text and adding the above block. HERE WE GO quote:Walt knocked on Jesse's door. No answer. He hadn't expected any. The last time he saw Jesse, he had been laid up in the RV after being beaten to a pulp by Tuco. Slowly, Walt pushed open the door. He was always a little afraid of what he would find behind Jesse's door, to be honest; he worried about the kid. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. STING 64 fucked around with this message at 00:33 on Jun 14, 2017 |
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May 9, 2017 00:21
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"Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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"Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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GulagDolls posted:"Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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jivjov posted:"Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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PMush Perfect posted:Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Meinberg posted:Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Little Mac posted:"I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Adus posted:Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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CirclMastr posted:"Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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jivjov posted:As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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quote="Somberbrero" post="472137516"] "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. [/quote] Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. Somberbrero posted:"I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder.
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PMush Perfect posted:"Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Little Mac posted:He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Mr. F! posted:quote="Somberbrero" post="472137516"] Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. [/quote] "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Adus posted:"No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. "Uh, well, cheese, you got some onions here, and uh, what is this bologna? Do you ever grocery shop?" "It hasn't been high on my priority list, you know, with all the cooking and having my rear end kicked and all." "Point taken. I'll swing by the store later today and pick you up a few things." When Walt finished the omelet, Jesse picked at it slowly, dragging it around his plate with the fork. "None for you?" "No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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CirclMastr posted:"Uh, well, cheese, you got some onions here, and uh, what is this bologna? Do you ever grocery shop?" "It hasn't been high on my priority list, you know, with all the cooking and having my rear end kicked and all." "Point taken. I'll swing by the store later today and pick you up a few things." When Walt finished the omelet, Jesse picked at it slowly, dragging it around his plate with the fork. "None for you?" "Okay," Walt lingered for a minute, "Jesse, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," Jesse grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up with his broken ribs. Wordlessly, Walt reached out his hand. Jesse looked at the ground as he took Walt's hand to pull himself up. "Yo, what kind of omelet are you making?" Jesse asked from the kitchen counter. "Uh, well, cheese, you got some onions here, and uh, what is this bologna? Do you ever grocery shop?" "It hasn't been high on my priority list, you know, with all the cooking and having my rear end kicked and all." "Point taken. I'll swing by the store later today and pick you up a few things." When Walt finished the omelet, Jesse picked at it slowly, dragging it around his plate with the fork. "None for you?" "No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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GulagDolls posted:"Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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jivjov posted:"Okay," Walt lingered for a minute, "Jesse, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," Jesse grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up with his broken ribs. Wordlessly, Walt reached out his hand. Jesse looked at the ground as he took Walt's hand to pull himself up. "Yo, what kind of omelet are you making?" Jesse asked from the kitchen counter. "Okay," Walt lingered for a minute, "Jesse, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," Jesse grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up with his broken ribs. Wordlessly, Walt reached out his hand. Jesse looked at the ground as he took Walt's hand to pull himself up. "Yo, what kind of omelet are you making?" Jesse asked from the kitchen counter. "Uh, well, cheese, you got some onions here, and uh, what is this bologna? Do you ever grocery shop?" "It hasn't been high on my priority list, you know, with all the cooking and having my rear end kicked and all." "Point taken. I'll swing by the store later today and pick you up a few things." When Walt finished the omelet, Jesse picked at it slowly, dragging it around his plate with the fork. "None for you?" "No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Mr. F! posted:quote="Somberbrero" post="472137516"] Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. [/quote] HULU START OVER STING 64 fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Jun 13, 2017 |
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Meinberg posted:Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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PMush Perfect posted:"No, you got a pretty good rear end kicking and I feel like I could have stopped it," Walt said, "I'm sorry. I just, do you need help with anything?" "I don't need anybody's help!" "Want me to make you an omelet?" Jesse bit his lip. He hadn't eaten for at least a day. "Yeah, omelet sounds good." "No, nothing, I just…came to see how you were doing," Walt said. "What, you break into my house to see how I'm doing?" Jesse demanded, tugging the covers in a lame attempt to cover the wide bandage that was wrapped around his shirtless form. "No, you got a pretty good rear end kicking and I feel like I could have stopped it," Walt said, "I'm sorry. I just, do you need help with anything?" "I don't need anybody's help!" "Want me to make you an omelet?" Jesse bit his lip. He hadn't eaten for at least a day. "Yeah, omelet sounds good." "Okay," Walt lingered for a minute, "Jesse, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," Jesse grumbled, wincing in pain as he tried to sit up with his broken ribs. Wordlessly, Walt reached out his hand. Jesse looked at the ground as he took Walt's hand to pull himself up. "Yo, what kind of omelet are you making?" Jesse asked from the kitchen counter. "Uh, well, cheese, you got some onions here, and uh, what is this bologna? Do you ever grocery shop?" "It hasn't been high on my priority list, you know, with all the cooking and having my rear end kicked and all." "Point taken. I'll swing by the store later today and pick you up a few things." When Walt finished the omelet, Jesse picked at it slowly, dragging it around his plate with the fork. "None for you?" "No, I ate already," Walt said, "I just wanted to make sure you were eating." "Yo, what do you care if I'm eating" Jesse demanded, "I'm fine, I can still cook. Don't worry about it." "Jesse, it's not that," Walt sighed, "Come on, just…don't be so defensive about everything. Maybe I just wanted to check on you." "Whatever," Jesse mumbled, a mouthful of omelet. He finished his meal in awkward silence and as Walt put the plate in the sink, Jesse stood and began shuffling towards Walt. Walt could see he wanted to say something but wasn't quite able to get there himself. "Uh, Mr. White…." Jesse mumbled. "What's up?" Walt asked casually. "Um.. the thing is…..I…uh, have this bandage…and I'm supposed to change it like twice day…and yo I got this like antiobiotic stuff I'm supposed to put on it and poo poo but…I can't…" "Come here," Walt smiled, sick of watching Jesse squirm, "Turn around." Jesse obliged standing in front of Walt, shirtless, bandage wrapped tight around his torso. Walt quickly found the seam fumbled with it. "I don't see how to…." "It's self-adhesive or some poo poo," Jesse said, breathing hard, "You got to cut it." "Alright, sit tight," Walt looked around behind him and eventually found a knife. As he cut the thick fabric, Walt noticed the discernable goosebumps on his partner and could see he was trying not shake. Deciding he probably didn't want to talk about his aversion to being touched, Walt just said, "Hold it steady, I'm almost there." Jesse cringed as he felt Walt pull the bandage away. He realized he must have grunted because Walt paused. "Still doing okay?" "Yeah," Jesse said, passing Walt the cream, "It's just embarrassing...it's probably all oozy and gross." Walt laughed as he began gently rubbing the cream Jesse's wounds, which were, in a word, gross. "Jesse, I have cancer. My son has cerebral palsy. So, believe me when I tell you, I have seen all kinds of gross poo poo. This is child's play." Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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Somberbrero posted:"I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse seemed to relax upon hearing this. "Some of these are deep though," Walt mused, "Does this hurt?" "No!" Jesse answered through his teeth, obviously in pain. "Well, I'll be quick about it then," Walt chuckled, "Don't worry if it weeps a little. That's normal, part of the healing process. This does look a little much though- have you not changed these since you left the hospital?" "I told you I couldn't reach." "Jesse, I was here yesterday," Walt reasoned, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Jesse bit his knuckle as Walt reached around him to wrap the bandage. There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Walt asked, patting him on the shoulder. Jesse turned around to face him, but looked at the floor. "Hey," Walt squeezed his shoulder until he looked him in the eye, "I'll come back tonight to do it again." "Thanks, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled.
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