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Blair looked down. IT looked back up at him. The bane of his life. Funny how innocent it seemed, pale pink against the dark hair of his arm. "Time for you to come off." Blair reached down and pulled. "YEOWWW!" In the lounge, Jim started as the indignant wail pierced his eardrums "Chief?" "Yeah Jim, I'm fine, I'm fine." Blair called back. "Yeowch." he added softly, rubbing his sore arm. IT still sat there, looking up at him, innocent as ever. He couldn't believe that something so small could be the source of so much pain. Maybe if I can loosen a corner... He carefully felt around the edges of the smooth plastic circle. Finding a loose edge, he tugged experimentally. IT pulled threateningly on the hairs of his arm and he immediately let go. "Ok, let's see if I can WASH you off." Ten minutes later, Blair stepped out of the bathroom, wet and pissed off. He'd slipped on the mat, bruised his shin on the bath and the damn thing was still stuck to his arm. "Waterproof, right? Yeah 'course." Jim watched interestedly over the top of the paper as he puttered back into his room, keeping up his running monologue. "...I mean, these things are supposed to HELP you, not fight back. Right, right, I can do this, I'm strong, I can do this. One swift yank and - YEEAARGH! Manomanomanoman!" The Sentinel heard the whisper of material as his partner folded his arms. "Fine. Stay there. See if I care." He folded the paper with a sigh and got off the couch. Amusing as it was, it had gone far enough. "Stupid little...I COULD use Eucalyptus oil, but then Jim would complain about the smell..." "Chief?" Blair looked up guiltily "Oh, hi Jim. What's up?" Jim held out his hand. "Come here." "Yeah?" Blair moved closer. In one swift movement, Jim yanked his partner forwards and pinned him under his arm. "Huh?" Blair's eyes widened in alarm as Jim inspected his arm with a predatory air. "Oh Jim, man, no, I -" With a look of resigned determination, Jim firmly ripped the offending item off. "YOOOOOOWWWAAAARRRRGH! JIM!" Blair twisted free and danced around in a frantic little dance waving his arm in the air. "Give a guy some warning will you?" he ruefully inspected his arm. "Look at this. I have a bald spot on my arm. You gave me a bald spot on my arm!" "You're welcome, Chief." Jim said, hiding his grin. "Uh, thanks Jim." Blair worried with his arm. "Sorry." "No problem." Jim walked back to the couch... "Yeowch" ...and opened his paper. His ears picked a soft complaining. "Look at this. I look ridiculous. Who the hell has a bald spot on their arm?" He heard the soft whisper of hairs against skin. "Maybe if I brush the others hairs around, I can cover it up..." Jim laughed. |
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