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Nov. 17th, 2009 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceiteanD:
I am not gonna be able to post this fic until I figure out a double entendre about Gilbert and a writing desk.
orz
eta: FINALLY. DX
eta2: and posted. Yeah, so I'm gonna go hide under a chair right now, be back some time next century. /o\
I am not gonna be able to post this fic until I figure out a double entendre about Gilbert and a writing desk.
orz
eta: FINALLY. DX
eta2: and posted. Yeah, so I'm gonna go hide under a chair right now, be back some time next century. /o\
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Re: orz
Date: 2009-11-17 05:07 pm (UTC)"Just remember, Gilbert. If you allow young master Oz to use you as a desk, you will have to watch yourself. There's no telling what other masterpieces he might want to compose with you in such a precarious position."
/shot again.
Re: orz
Date: 2009-11-17 05:14 pm (UTC)how's this?
“We’ll be able to pound the pavement tomorrow.” Oz nodded.
“That is,” Break continued, “if you’re not too busy pounding the table.”
Gilbert gargled.