"Crawfish don't have a sense of humor, Shawn. I'm sure that was just it's natural expression." Gus doesn't pay attention to what he's saying, or even what Shawn is saying. His responces are on auto-matic.
Once they're a safe way down the beach, Gus collapes into the sand and pulls Shawn down along with him. Holding on tight to Shawn's shirt, his fingers refuse to let go. Gus breathes shallowly and feels the begining of hysterics start. "Oh my God! What happened?! Shawn.." He looks at the one person who'd be able to figure things out from memory even if it was the end of the world. "Dude, what happened to us?"
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Date: 2008-07-17 02:56 am (UTC)Once they're a safe way down the beach, Gus collapes into the sand and pulls Shawn down along with him. Holding on tight to Shawn's shirt, his fingers refuse to let go. Gus breathes shallowly and feels the begining of hysterics start. "Oh my God! What happened?! Shawn.." He looks at the one person who'd be able to figure things out from memory even if it was the end of the world. "Dude, what happened to us?"