:: post seven :: sleeves and gravity are overrated ::

[child_proteus]

Oh.  Gravity's back.  That's...disappointing.

- No more flying around work, playing at being an air ballerina. (Yes, D, i went there again. Three words.  Deal with it.)  Which means I'll have nothing to distract me from the mind-numbing boredom anymore.
- No more floating around barefoot like I've been managing so far. I'm going to have to go back

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[distant_dragon]

- No more having to try and make tea -- or anything else -- with fear of it floating away on you.

TEASE.

[child_proteus]

- No more getting to drink plum wine straight out of the air.

No, teases are people that say something that don't follow through. Float your pale ass over and see for yourself. Then call me a tease.

[distant_dragon]

- No more having to tie myself down to get a decent night's sleep.

I will be walking my pale rear end over there, thank you very much. You have to be able to back this one up.

[child_proteus]

- No more being able to take naps during work because every direction is lying down

You know what, on second thought, I'll come to you. Since the fashionista brigade is apparently meeting at my house and I'm their latest project.

[distant_dragon]

- No more difficulties involving showering or anything of that nature.

...they're...what? God, do I even want to know? Window's open.

[child_proteus]

- No more easy-as-pie couch runs

Be there in a minute.

[distant_dragon]

...DAMN.