Xander ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just got caught in a downpour, walking back from Georgetown. By the time I got back to my apartment, my skirt was soaked through, my jacket (courduroy lined with faux shearling) was soaked through, and my hair was dripping wet. I'm now cuddled up in thermal pajamas, with a blanket and some hot chocolate.
Next place I move? Desert.
Awwww. Cutie baby.
But I'm pretty in love with the scene I've come up with where my hero gets bitten--I ought to be, since that's all the story IS so far. The rest of the plot is yet to come.
Well as the 19th century "undead" story I cited seems to show, there seems to be a well established tradition of making up any shit you like about shape shifters.
Seriously, I can barely stand how pretty Emma is. I've had some friends with pretty kids, but Emma just tops all of them without even breaking a sweat.
Well, we're still trying to figure out where she got it.
t /shameless trolling
Dry clothes are a beautiful thing.
Um, Sean, what, exactly, is it that you and Trudy are doing with the big golden foil things?
Those were full of wonderful leftover cake from Gladstones.
Well, we're still trying to figure out where she got it.
Me too.
t runs away
t cries a lot
She CLEARLY gets it from her mommy.
Pblt! to Sean. He's a big meanie.