Hrm. Detention for all of you.
And you - 300 lines!
And you - cold shower!
And you - 15 laps around the playing field!
And you - see me in my office.
mops brow
(I'll bet that last one is Jilli.)
I do not write RPF. I do not write RPF. I do not write RPF. I do not...I seem to be writing lines to hand to an AU Pete, and I didn't even realise I was doing so. Right. Stopping now.
I had to turn it on to see the uniform. But then there was this big lion roar and I decided it was best if I just backed slowly out of the closet.
That wasn't the only thing you turned on by backing out of a closet, ND!
sound of a thousand slashers falling upon their keyboards.
Meanwhile...
I HAVE PURCHASED TICKETS!!!!! I'M REALLY TRULY GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO! YES I AM!
t /Asscaps of glee
We await your punctual arrival, Miss Fay. Now, take your seat...
That wasn't the only thing you turned on by backing out of a closet, ND!
I'm sure any number of people were happy to see him finally out of the closet.
t bounces, snogs, and is generally gleeful
ETA:
I'm sure any number of people were happy to see him finally out of the closet.
Um.
t refrains from bouncing, is writing lines
t bounces on the inside
Very excited, Fay!!!
"lines" makes this crime junkie wonder what the hell cocaine has to do with anything, and that it would be the wrong high for our favorite Gothy Goddess and...oh, you meant "copying". Right.
loves everybody
Um.
kisses Kristin
goes back to writing lines and trying to look meek. worries about the ink smudges on her thumb. is conscious that one sock is starting to fall down. hopes that there will be treacle sponge with custard for dinner. doodles bats in the margin. gulps nervously as wandering attention is returned to the paper by an ominously cleared throat nearby. writes lines with gusto.
loves everyone some more
