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[and_chocolate]

I'm going to bed now. I know you were all eager to hear that. *g*

I'm going to take my notebook with me, in case inspiration strikes, but I'm not too hopeful. Orlando and Elijah seem to be far too interested in playing with their food to actually have any sex at the moment.

I'm also going to take baylorsr's Birthright with me to read, on the off chance (hah!) inspiration doesn't strike. I've been stressing too much lately, and I think it's time to reward myself with what I've been told is a fabulous story set in the universe of The Faculty.

subliminal note to authors: write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic, write more Faculty fic

That is all.

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[libitina]

"Please, I just couldn't eat another bite. It was good, but I am full. And it was spicy -- my mouth is burning."
Orlando goes to the freezer and asks, "So, if you couldn't swallow any more, would you be willing to just suck?"
Elijah opens his mouth for the grape-flavored icy-pop.

[and_chocolate]

You're evil (and not helping). *g*

I'm trying to get the boys focused more on sex and less on food (or even more on sex using the food) but it's failing.

*sigh*

It'd help if I could get something settled with the hotel. Feh.

I need to make a stress-monkey icon. *g*