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17 October 2012 @ 12:33 am
(fic: generation kill) a language of its own (it talks to me in tiptoes)  
a language of its own (it talks to me in tiptoes) (on AO3)
author: chatona
ship: brad/nate
rating: r
wordcount: 11,783
summary: They get on stage an hour later: Brad already knew that Ray played the guitar. So does Nate. — an AU in which Nate was never a marine, Ray joins his band after getting out and Brad falls in bed and in love with Nate.