ficbit break

[maderr]

Am switching between Sandstorm and Ficathon story. Need breakz0r. So bits. Requests? Don't break me. K.I.S.S. is what I'm going for here. Any of my originals, any fandom I know or you think you can sucker me into.

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[wobblygoblin.livejournal.com]

I think we both know what I'm going to say.

puppies, right?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I apologize for the abject st00pid.

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"I think there's a misunderstanding here," Bobby said.

Dart didn't look up from the comic book he was currently perusing. "You said he's good enough to eat. I agreed."

"Yeah," Bobby said, "but when I say that I don't mean with garlic butter dipping sauce. And your glamour is slipping."

At that Dart stopped drooling over comics. Closing his eyes, he muttered a few words that sounded vaguely like he'd eaten a piece of fish that still had a few small bones in it. Gradually the dark smudge that had begun to appear across his suntanned skin began to fade, and the claws that had begun to grow on his fingers returned to nails. Once more nothing but another blonde beach head killing time in a comic shop while the storm outside raged, he returned his attention to the comic Bobby has foisted upon him. "A man like this, I'd probably use hot sauce, or perhaps honey-mustard. Hmm..."

Bobby shook his head, damp black hair smacking against his cheeks. "Goblins. You're all stomach."

"At least we make use of the whole, instead of simply drinking blood." Dart sneered. "A total waste, to take the blood and leave the rest."

"Depends on what you do with the rest..." Bobby muttered, but let the matter drop and went back to rifling through comic books.

Re: puppies, right?

[wobblygoblin.livejournal.com]

Mweeheehee.

I am so terribly easy. Ahhh, and now I can sleep with visions of goblins dancing in my head. ;p