Things. Randomly.
Feb. 12th, 2003 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterHmmm... it was freaking cold today. Even inside. And you know that turtleneck? The sleeves are short a few inches. Thus, my wrists were exposed to the cold air. Normally this isn't a problem, but I wasn't wearing my Red Sweater of the Apocalypse(TM). And because I'm right-handed, I have to keep my right arm out at all times, while I get to tuck the left one close to my body. What does this mean? It means that my right arm feels a weird-tingly-numb all the way up to the shoulder.
Have I mentioned that I don't like the cold? Yeah... I have reasons. *rubs arm ruefully*
But, on the plus side, I have a brand-spanking new $60 BART Ticket. Now I don't have to worry about that for another... two weeks? Also, I managed to totally spank the batteries in my CD player. They died this morning, but after some fussing, I managed to rig them so they played for the ride home as well. Heh... I squeeze every ounce of juice outta those puppies.
Also, my cousin cooked! *shock* So I had tasty spaghetti for dinner, and I'm thinking of wandering down to snitch a piece of garlic bread, too. And the heater is on! *cheers* Now maybe my arm will loosen up.
Was attacked by a totally random plotbunny today, in leiu of 2x1x2 Day. It's a silly little thing and utter, pointless fluff. And I don't like the reason why I was attacked by the bunny. But it's not the bunny's fault.
Oh... and Duo is singing "The Sign" by Ace of Base in my head. I don't know if it's my Muse!Duo or the RP!Duo, but it's rather strange.
... dang... smacked by a musefic...
[Scene: GW Common Room]
[Duo wanders in from the bedroom area, wearing his favorite "Must Pilot a Gundam to Ride" shirt and black boxers. His hair is pulled up in a hasty ponytail, and he has that "just been shagged" look.]
Duo: [freezes as he sees someone sitting on the couch] Uhhh... Max?
[The person turns at the sound of Duo's voice. It's another Duo, wearing a black button-down shirt and (tight!) black jeans. He does a double-take when he sees Duo and shakes his head.]
RP!Duo: Well, I was warned that this place is sorta weird.
Duo: [frowns before he remembers] Oh! You're that RP-guy, aren't you?
RP!Duo: Yeah, that's me. Some girl in bunny slippers told me to come here to get a room or somethin'?
Duo: [nods] That's right. You're really lucky. We've got the biggest Wing in the Castle. Oh! And I'm Duo Maxwell, Primary Muse and Head of the GW Wing. [holds out his hand]
RP!Duo: [laughs and shakes Duo's hand] Heh... I'm Duo Maxwell, an' I'm the Role Playing Muse.
Duo: Well, this place is pretty great, once you ignore the weirdness, insanity and random bouts of violence. Muses have pretty much free reign, as long as we don't take out the Castle.
[the Doors whisper open and Trowa come in, wearing Preventer uniform. His clothing immediately changes to leather pants and a stretchy tee as he Mode!Shifts]
Trowa: Dammit... I hate it when the Writer puts me on guard duty.
Duo: Awwww... poor Tro-chan! [bounces over and hugs Trowa]
Trowa: [raises an eyebrow] Can't you say hello better than that? [grabs Duo around the waist and kisses him deeply] Hmmm... you taste like Heero.
Heero: [coming from the bedroom area, freshly showered] Is that an insult, Trowa?
Trowa: [small chuckle] Which do you want it to be?
Heero: [grumbles and pulls Trowa in for a quick kiss] Your turn to cook dinner.
Trowa: Hai hai... [turns to go to the kitchen and freezes]
RP!Duo: [leaning against the couch and watching everything with wide eyes] Uuhhhhhhh...
Heero: [frowns] When the hell did you get here, Max? The Writer didn't tell us you would be visiting.
Duo: Ack! No guys... this isn't Max. He's the RP!Duo. The Writer sent him here.
RP!Duo: [still shell-shocked, his eyes staring at the way Trowa has his arms around Duo's waist, and Heero has his arms wrapped around both of them] ........
[the Doors open again and a blond blur tackles the three boys to the ground]
Quatre: She's gonna do it! She's gonna do it! She's FINALLY going to write my fic! [randomly kissing anyone who comes within reach]
Wufei: [follows in after Quatre, but a more sedate pace] Don't be so eager, Quatre. You *know* the Writer is flighty. She *says* that she'll write your fic, then you get stuck in the queue for *months*.
Duo: Are you still mad about that, Wu-- whoa! Q-ball! Watch the hands! We have company!
Quatre: [removes his hands from Duo and Heero's pants and looks at the couch] Oh... well, it's just Max. He probably wants to join in.
RP!Duo: O__O
Trowa: [fixing his clothes] No, that's RP!Duo. Apparently he'll be living here.
Wufei: Alone? Does he not have a companion to fill the non-working hours?
Duo: {snaps fingers] That's right. [turns to RP!Duo] Is your lover coming later? I'll make sure your room is big enough then...
RP!Duo: [blushing] I... uhm... I mean...
Heero: Spit it out.
RP!Duo: [winces at Heero's curt tone] I... don't really got no one like that. Maybe Q-babe, but he's back on L4, and it ain't really like we're... [breaks off as he sees everyone staring at him]
Heero: VOVOV
Duo: (O_O)~~~~~~*~~
Trowa: //_O
Quatre: O_O
Wufei: (-_-)~
RP!Duo: Wh-what...?
Duo: [shocked] You mean... you don't have... ANYONE?!
Wufei: Don't tell me we've got another horny Maxwell! What are we, the whorehouse of MuseSpace?!
Trowa: We can't be a whorehouse. We don't charge.
EDIT... This is for a certain someone, because it made me think of her. Hope you find it amusing.
Have I mentioned that I don't like the cold? Yeah... I have reasons. *rubs arm ruefully*
But, on the plus side, I have a brand-spanking new $60 BART Ticket. Now I don't have to worry about that for another... two weeks? Also, I managed to totally spank the batteries in my CD player. They died this morning, but after some fussing, I managed to rig them so they played for the ride home as well. Heh... I squeeze every ounce of juice outta those puppies.
Also, my cousin cooked! *shock* So I had tasty spaghetti for dinner, and I'm thinking of wandering down to snitch a piece of garlic bread, too. And the heater is on! *cheers* Now maybe my arm will loosen up.
Was attacked by a totally random plotbunny today, in leiu of 2x1x2 Day. It's a silly little thing and utter, pointless fluff. And I don't like the reason why I was attacked by the bunny. But it's not the bunny's fault.
Oh... and Duo is singing "The Sign" by Ace of Base in my head. I don't know if it's my Muse!Duo or the RP!Duo, but it's rather strange.
... dang... smacked by a musefic...
[Scene: GW Common Room]
[Duo wanders in from the bedroom area, wearing his favorite "Must Pilot a Gundam to Ride" shirt and black boxers. His hair is pulled up in a hasty ponytail, and he has that "just been shagged" look.]
Duo: [freezes as he sees someone sitting on the couch] Uhhh... Max?
[The person turns at the sound of Duo's voice. It's another Duo, wearing a black button-down shirt and (tight!) black jeans. He does a double-take when he sees Duo and shakes his head.]
RP!Duo: Well, I was warned that this place is sorta weird.
Duo: [frowns before he remembers] Oh! You're that RP-guy, aren't you?
RP!Duo: Yeah, that's me. Some girl in bunny slippers told me to come here to get a room or somethin'?
Duo: [nods] That's right. You're really lucky. We've got the biggest Wing in the Castle. Oh! And I'm Duo Maxwell, Primary Muse and Head of the GW Wing. [holds out his hand]
RP!Duo: [laughs and shakes Duo's hand] Heh... I'm Duo Maxwell, an' I'm the Role Playing Muse.
Duo: Well, this place is pretty great, once you ignore the weirdness, insanity and random bouts of violence. Muses have pretty much free reign, as long as we don't take out the Castle.
[the Doors whisper open and Trowa come in, wearing Preventer uniform. His clothing immediately changes to leather pants and a stretchy tee as he Mode!Shifts]
Trowa: Dammit... I hate it when the Writer puts me on guard duty.
Duo: Awwww... poor Tro-chan! [bounces over and hugs Trowa]
Trowa: [raises an eyebrow] Can't you say hello better than that? [grabs Duo around the waist and kisses him deeply] Hmmm... you taste like Heero.
Heero: [coming from the bedroom area, freshly showered] Is that an insult, Trowa?
Trowa: [small chuckle] Which do you want it to be?
Heero: [grumbles and pulls Trowa in for a quick kiss] Your turn to cook dinner.
Trowa: Hai hai... [turns to go to the kitchen and freezes]
RP!Duo: [leaning against the couch and watching everything with wide eyes] Uuhhhhhhh...
Heero: [frowns] When the hell did you get here, Max? The Writer didn't tell us you would be visiting.
Duo: Ack! No guys... this isn't Max. He's the RP!Duo. The Writer sent him here.
RP!Duo: [still shell-shocked, his eyes staring at the way Trowa has his arms around Duo's waist, and Heero has his arms wrapped around both of them] ........
[the Doors open again and a blond blur tackles the three boys to the ground]
Quatre: She's gonna do it! She's gonna do it! She's FINALLY going to write my fic! [randomly kissing anyone who comes within reach]
Wufei: [follows in after Quatre, but a more sedate pace] Don't be so eager, Quatre. You *know* the Writer is flighty. She *says* that she'll write your fic, then you get stuck in the queue for *months*.
Duo: Are you still mad about that, Wu-- whoa! Q-ball! Watch the hands! We have company!
Quatre: [removes his hands from Duo and Heero's pants and looks at the couch] Oh... well, it's just Max. He probably wants to join in.
RP!Duo: O__O
Trowa: [fixing his clothes] No, that's RP!Duo. Apparently he'll be living here.
Wufei: Alone? Does he not have a companion to fill the non-working hours?
Duo: {snaps fingers] That's right. [turns to RP!Duo] Is your lover coming later? I'll make sure your room is big enough then...
RP!Duo: [blushing] I... uhm... I mean...
Heero: Spit it out.
RP!Duo: [winces at Heero's curt tone] I... don't really got no one like that. Maybe Q-babe, but he's back on L4, and it ain't really like we're... [breaks off as he sees everyone staring at him]
Heero: VOVOV
Duo: (O_O)~~~~~~*~~
Trowa: //_O
Quatre: O_O
Wufei: (-_-)~
RP!Duo: Wh-what...?
Duo: [shocked] You mean... you don't have... ANYONE?!
Wufei: Don't tell me we've got another horny Maxwell! What are we, the whorehouse of MuseSpace?!
Trowa: We can't be a whorehouse. We don't charge.
EDIT... This is for a certain someone, because it made me think of her. Hope you find it amusing.
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