brain fried
Jan. 25th, 2006 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrIt took me twenty minutes to remember that the name of the 'cop movie' with the aerosmith song I love is "Starsky & Hutch"
And now I totally can't think of the title for person who would care for like the paintings and statues etc. in Ye Olde Castle (need it for fairytale). The term is there, hiding in my head and laughing at me -_-;;;;
*Edit*Megan does not do being sick well. Therefore, channel energy into something else. On selecting character, must have one that's as pissy as me about being ill. So, went with one of my first, and thereby dearest ^_^
"Shoot me."
"Sorry, babe. Not going to do it."
"Bah," Sebastion lowered the blanket enough to glare at his boyfriend. "If you're not going to put me out of misery, then go the hell away."
Klause laughed. "And here I was coming to make you feel better."
"You just said you wouldn't shoot me."
"That wouldn't make you feel better."
"Yes, it would."
Klause said nothing, merely smiled.
"What?" Sebastion frowned at him, tugging the blanket back up.
"You look like shit."
"And that's reason to smile? Go play in traffic." Sebastion pulled the blanket up over his head and burrowed as far into the couch as possible.
Klause laughed and sat down on the edge of the couch, tugging the blanket back. "Well, you also look really cute in a petulant sort of way."
"What have I told you about calling me petulant?"
"Why do you think I only do it when you're sick?"
Sebastion rolled over and tried to pull the blanket back up.
"You're going upstairs."
"No."
"Yes," Klause said, and scooped Sebastion up.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"Only if you promise to walk to the bedroom."
"If you don't put me down right this minute, I'm going to call the head office and tell them you're to intern this summer."
Klause laughed and set Sebastion on his feet, and began to manhandle him down the hall to their bedroom. "You love me too much to be that cruel."
Sebastion's exact reply was lost as he half-fell, half-was pushed into bed, but Klause knew what he said anyway. "Bah, yourself." He leaned down to kiss Sebastion's cheek. "Now sleep where you'll actually stay that way, and not keep jerking awake."
"Go away and stop knowing everything," Sebastion groused, using one hand to tug the quilt up over his head. But his other squeezed Klauses's, and he smiled faintly before settling down to sleep.
And now I totally can't think of the title for person who would care for like the paintings and statues etc. in Ye Olde Castle (need it for fairytale). The term is there, hiding in my head and laughing at me -_-;;;;
*Edit*Megan does not do being sick well. Therefore, channel energy into something else. On selecting character, must have one that's as pissy as me about being ill. So, went with one of my first, and thereby dearest ^_^
"Shoot me."
"Sorry, babe. Not going to do it."
"Bah," Sebastion lowered the blanket enough to glare at his boyfriend. "If you're not going to put me out of misery, then go the hell away."
Klause laughed. "And here I was coming to make you feel better."
"You just said you wouldn't shoot me."
"That wouldn't make you feel better."
"Yes, it would."
Klause said nothing, merely smiled.
"What?" Sebastion frowned at him, tugging the blanket back up.
"You look like shit."
"And that's reason to smile? Go play in traffic." Sebastion pulled the blanket up over his head and burrowed as far into the couch as possible.
Klause laughed and sat down on the edge of the couch, tugging the blanket back. "Well, you also look really cute in a petulant sort of way."
"What have I told you about calling me petulant?"
"Why do you think I only do it when you're sick?"
Sebastion rolled over and tried to pull the blanket back up.
"You're going upstairs."
"No."
"Yes," Klause said, and scooped Sebastion up.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"Only if you promise to walk to the bedroom."
"If you don't put me down right this minute, I'm going to call the head office and tell them you're to intern this summer."
Klause laughed and set Sebastion on his feet, and began to manhandle him down the hall to their bedroom. "You love me too much to be that cruel."
Sebastion's exact reply was lost as he half-fell, half-was pushed into bed, but Klause knew what he said anyway. "Bah, yourself." He leaned down to kiss Sebastion's cheek. "Now sleep where you'll actually stay that way, and not keep jerking awake."
"Go away and stop knowing everything," Sebastion groused, using one hand to tug the quilt up over his head. But his other squeezed Klauses's, and he smiled faintly before settling down to sleep.
