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Sep. 6th, 2008 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardCaspian. Caspian. There are these little things called self-preservation instincts. Please develop them. Or at least have the brains to not say what you're thinking to Peter or Edmund. You don't even the excuse of not knowing what you're getting yourself into this time. Don't say it. Come on.
(I don't think he is going to say it, but he's thinking it.)
Dude, Caspian, you've already gotten your ass kicked by Peter once this fic. Twice if we count the time he knocked you out. You've been here before. It's not like Peter's changed that much in, oh, nine years or so. He may look older, but he's actually younger, and you've heard him referred to as both "Bittersteel" and "Breakneck." What does this tell you? You are not that much of a martyr. Or at all.
I am also fairly certain that if I took a poll about whether or not you're going to trip over your tongue, the answer would be a resounding yes.
(I don't think he is going to say it, but he's thinking it.)
Dude, Caspian, you've already gotten your ass kicked by Peter once this fic. Twice if we count the time he knocked you out. You've been here before. It's not like Peter's changed that much in, oh, nine years or so. He may look older, but he's actually younger, and you've heard him referred to as both "Bittersteel" and "Breakneck." What does this tell you? You are not that much of a martyr. Or at all.
I am also fairly certain that if I took a poll about whether or not you're going to trip over your tongue, the answer would be a resounding yes.