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It is now gone ten o'clock and a particular door has still not opened, so I imagine the flat couch shall once again enjoy an overnighter. I imagine it has been lonely these last few months.

Unless you are otherwise "occupied" in the darkroom.

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No. I am a gentleman. I also need sleep. And I am not allowed in the girl's suite after a certain time.

The couch is not so bad. The left half of my back goes numb after the first hour, so there is hardly any pain.

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You find numbness acceptable with a newly-acquired paramour? This could be construed as an interesting statement about the habits of Mexico. . . and several people would be proud, as in the context of Angel even I find that statement leaves me with a feeling of Unclean. Clearly I am growing as a person.

Actual testing of the door I shall leave to you, as some of us have gloriously single rooms of our own and thus such an intrusion would be Odd. Though I know the wish may be surprisingly futile at Xavier's, let us all pray the closing was not on account of degredation caused by contact with a suspicious and virulent substance. That sort of drama is quite embarrassing in retrospect.

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No, pendejo, there's a spring in the couch that kinked the hell out of my back when I was sleeping on it. The virus has eaten your brain, que no?

The door is unlocked and he is asleep with a book over his face. Or could be. He is not snoring. At least I get my own bed back.

I think the door being closed is due to Emo and not because he is sick and too crazy and dumb to go to the doctors.

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Now now, there is no need for name calling. Particularly the sort that require various reference materials to define, much like any conversation with Forge.

Perhaps it is the Emo. It is passed around, flu-like, and sadly innoculation appears far less effective. Kyle's last such obvious manifestation was far before your time, so perhaps he was due. However, suffice it to say it was not a happy one for any of us. Perhaps attentiveness is required.

Although that will require effort. Bugger.

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Swearing sounds better in Spanish. Pinche puto pendejo baboso is a favorite of mine.

This is a persistant case of Emo. I am not sure how to go about treating it. I would be much more concerned for Kyle, but I also spent last night on the couch. The crease from the cushion was still indented in my forehead for most of the morning.

You realize this is also silly that we are texting, and you are within throwing distance?

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The cleverest of your insults can be defeated by Babelfish. Alas, I could only wish Forgese had as useful a translation program.

I too am unaccustomed to successful treatment of the Emo. In fact I fail rather spectacularly. Perhaps it may be solved by the throwing of either food or small girls, as such seems to be the popular local solution.

I feel no particular compulsion to leave the comforts of my room, and it behooves me to point out that I am not the one speaking of a cohabitator laying not two metres away.

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babelfish cannot give you the nuance. The insults lose their meaning when translated literally. We have at least twenty words that all mean "asshole." I could barely understand you when we first met. When you did speak.

I believe he has been both fed and attended to by a small girl, and this does nothing. The Emo is that bad.

He has a book over his face and does not answer to "Hey puto!" I give up.