HA! I laughed so hard writing that bit! I pictured it too and I think I have a follow-up fic to go with it. Picture this: Hobbie trying to pick up girls with a mini-bac tank on his hand!!! O_o
And Wedge, although flattered, cannot marry you because he is marrying me! ;)
Uh, no. You cannot marry Wedge. Because starting Saturday, you will already BE married, and Wedge is not down with bigamy. He told me himself. Yesterday. When he proposed. So there.
Yay! So glad you liked it! I was actually a little worried that it was going to get too angsty (I rather like writing angsty), but then Wedge decided to turn that all around! ;) Good ol'Wedge!
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Your dialogue is snappy, and your narrative is well-paced. I really enjoyed it.
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spending a week with your hand in a mini-bac tank wherever you go
is going to delight me for DAYS. It's like Zoolander!
Oh, Wedge. Marry me. ♥
\o/ Go, you! :)
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And Wedge, although flattered, cannot marry you because he is marrying me! ;)
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You just made me laugh so hard that I couldn't be vengeful or furious! ;)
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♥♥♥
[ETA: Title: "A Helping Hand", maybe?]
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*plasters gold stars all over the entry*
Thank you very much! :D
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That was fun to write!
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