016 // Open spam!
[Irene was inching along the floor of the second-floor common room, her belly pressed to the ground, bare toes scooting her body forward inch by careful inch.
As if her very life depended on it, she moved silently, brow furrowed and tongue poking out the side of her mouth in concentration. The room was empty, she was blocked from sight by the couch she was crawling along, and the end-table - and its marvelous pile of cookies - was mere feet away. She stifled a pleased chortle; this was almost too easy.
She continued to inch-worm along until she got to the edge of the couch. She paused, listening intently to the sounds of the room, her eyes wide. Then, as if sensing the all-clear, she slowly raised a hand up above the edge of the table and out towards the plate of sweets]
[Multi-thread, lazy-log, do whatever - I'll be answering tags sporadically throughout the day, after I turn in this hideous essay about eels and Christianity. I wish I was kidding.]
As if her very life depended on it, she moved silently, brow furrowed and tongue poking out the side of her mouth in concentration. The room was empty, she was blocked from sight by the couch she was crawling along, and the end-table - and its marvelous pile of cookies - was mere feet away. She stifled a pleased chortle; this was almost too easy.
She continued to inch-worm along until she got to the edge of the couch. She paused, listening intently to the sounds of the room, her eyes wide. Then, as if sensing the all-clear, she slowly raised a hand up above the edge of the table and out towards the plate of sweets]
[Multi-thread, lazy-log, do whatever - I'll be answering tags sporadically throughout the day, after I turn in this hideous essay about eels and Christianity. I wish I was kidding.]