{Eighteen (46)} &diams There's a yellow brick road/That we follow back home

[burnt_orangesky]

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

Comments

[spandexisyouth]

Perhaps he is a genius of porn.

[Pause.]

I do not think that reads the way I meant it to.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Not so much and yet I can't argue.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

You could come over and verify.

[spandexisyouth]

No. No he cannot.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Well, we could ask someone more your type to come verify then.

[spandexisyouth]

No one needs to come over to verify!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ok. So I'm a genius?

[spandexisyouth]

You are.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Do you live in the hopes that someday, somehow I will say 'Sure Bell. I've always wanted to be a part of a gay ninja threesome! Take me now, you studly masked man!'?

Cause it will. NEVER. HAPPEN. Even I have standards.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Shame. So much for hope.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Reality is a cruel mistress, man-friend.

[spandexisyouth]

So I am right and yet it is wrong.