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soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-07-03 11:55 pm
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Room 121, Monday Night
Several hours after Willow filled the room with cookie-smelly goodness, the room... still smells like cookie-smelly goodness. Funny about that. It's probably the fact that somewhere in the room there is cookie-smelly goodness.
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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]
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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]
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"Hey, Turtle," Bridge says to the fish on the door before he knocks. He's not entirely sure why he's talking to a painting, even a moving one, but he is.
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Don't ask how he got his shirt off without putting the cookies down. Just accept that it was probably entertaining to the only person who got to witness it.
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It should be noted that *Bridge* is still fully clothed.
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Though at this stage he'd probably manage to go off on that tangent without remotely slowing down what he's doing with his tongue, so nobody would understand him.
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"Mmph," is all Bridge says, which translates to "please keep doing that thing with your tongue."
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