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Post by GAARA ONOHARRA on Feb 20, 2010 16:55:02 GMT -5
((Continuing from the IM. So this may be a bit short.))
The towel-covered, half naked musician held his head, palms pressing to his temples. His major migraine was only getting worse, making a series of whimpers continuously pour out of his mouth. "T-Tigger." the twenty-five-year-old cried out softly, turning his itouch off after seeing that his cousin had logged off. I just want my Tigger... he told himself, softly rubbing the sides of his head and taking deep breaths to calm down like he'd been instructed to do.
Gaara stood up from the couch where he was sitting, body trembling. He could barely open his eyes to see where he was headed before bumping into Nanuk's bedroom door. It seemed pointless to get dressed after two failed times before Gaara was curled up in a ball on the floor, holding his head. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks, making a puddle form on the floor from the tiny waterfall. "N-Nuh," Gaara softly took a deep breath inward and then slowly let it out, "Seiji..."
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