Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Sucker for a Stray

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

A blur of black, white and orange landed on his keyboard out of nowhere. Pink paws scattered over the keys as it walked across the keyboard, then turned around and walked back. Heero's curse was considerably louder this time as his windows flickered and vanished.

That Thing stopped in the middle of his laptop keyboard, settled onto its haunches and curled its tail around them, and blinked at him.

Duo will kill me if I kill it, Heero told himself. Duo will kill me if I kill it and it's definitely not worth abandoning the mission just because of a cat.

Repeating that mantra, he gathered the tiny horror into his hands, and placed it back on the floor.

Five seconds later it was back.

Heero glared at the thing. It stared innocently back, then shifted around and began to wash one leg. Heero watched his screen going crazy, as buttons were pressed randomly, and speculated on the possibility of a new development in Oz technology that would allow for the production of specially trained hacker infiltration cats. It seemed a slightly inefficient option, and thus unlikely. He placed the kitten on the floor.

Kitten on the keyboard again.

Maybe more efficient than it seemed. At least in terms of destroying his sanity and thus his capability as a pilot.

He scooped the kitten onto the floor again, and leveled his best Death Glare at it. "You," he told it, "stay on the floor. I have to work, understand? Important work. I'm not going to play with you, nor is my computer a place to play."

The beast mewed inquisitively up at him. Heero growled in exasperation. "Stay on the floor!" he said.

Perhaps animals could understand tone after all, because the kitten yawned, stretched, and wandered away again. Heero turned back to his screen, and blew out a breath. Maybe now he could get some work done.

Painstakingly, he was able to undo the damage that the kitten romp had done to his files. As an afterthought, he added a password-protected lock to his computer's active state, so that the kitten would not be able to damage anything if he left it unsupervised. Feeling slightly more secure, he turned back to the problem of coordinating a possible attack with pilots 03 and 04.

He called up a new message window, and after making sure to encode it with the highest security, he began relaying the details of his and 02's positioning, their current