er...?

[x_shadowcat]

Ok, Dr. B + (Remy x wounds) + whiny lady in handcuffs = Kitten x confusion.

It's like people algebra. Normal algebra I get, but people algebra... -shrug-

I'm going back to my novel now.

Comments

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Not again.

I'm voting... Remy hit on her, she beat him up, he called for back-up after she ended up being too much to handle, Bartlett tranqed and cuffed her, she woke up in the car. Probably with Remy's hand on her thigh.

But that might just be biased. Oh, and I'm not supposed to be commenting either, am I? Drat.

*beams*

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

You are a genius. That is all.

;D

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Well, duh.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

I love you, so hard. Favorite other-girl-genius, EVAR.

Also, still no deal on the no-commenting thing. Which means, at minimum, you must comment to me. Which you now have. Good girl. :D

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Dude! That works so well! Because I love you so hard also!

(Did I just say dude?)

Okay. Just for you. We'll start things slow. My laptop might mysteriously "disappear" for a little while when I'm at classes, but at least we'll already have our prime suspect.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

You totally said 'dude', and you used 'so hard' as an adverbial clause for the verb 'to love'. Excellent. :D

-hearts-

Yeah!

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

It sounds strangely like the Apocalypse...

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

So, if we are harbingers of the Apocalypse, can I be Pestailence? I think I'm coming down with a cold.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Of course you may. Except now I'm all conflicted. War... or Death... War... Death...

(I'm making hot chocolate. You're getting a mug. One can never have too much hot chocolate!)

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Cocoa!

Clearly, you must be Death (by chocolate).

Hee! I'm so funny when hopped up on anti-histhemines.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Yaaaay! I get the white horse!

You're hilarious, my dear. This is my unpatronizing voice. Really! Er. You're cute?

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

You totally get the white horse. Want a white knight to go with it?

I'm ok with the patronizing voice. It's all good. I have cocoa.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Jono says he's not getting in no suit of armor and Angelo is rather, well, not white. I think it's only fair that I find someone else to fill the roll.

(Of course, I may only be saying this because I know for a fact that Jono can't see this and Angelo is asleep two feet away from me, but hey.)

Glad the cocoa met your standards, miss. I am all speedy-mc-speedster.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Or we could just put you in the armor and you could be your own white knight. Women's lib et al would almost demand it of you.

Mmmm, cocoa.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Aw, look. I'm a feminist.

Agreed! I have to keep covering mine with an old essay between sips just so the smell won't wake Angelo up. The nose on that boy, I swear.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

One would not have guessed it, I admit, but there you are.