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life: status report
Dec 14, 2011 10:21
esteefee
went to see
the SHE'S
on saturday with the ever-wonderful
laurashapiro
and her cute boy. The SHE'S were awesome, as were the hilarious, tiny humans running around the noe valley rec center (
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imaginarycircus
December 14 2011, 18:39:58 UTC
I'm also sick, sick, sick. Sore throat and sniffles. *tucks us both in with big fluffy comforter*
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Danny was sick. He tried to pretend he wasn't, until Steve marched him, practically at gunpoint, to bed and tucked him in.
"Do you want some soup?"
"Steven, it's 88 degrees," Danny said in a stuffed up voice, consonants eliding into one another.
"So, you don't want soup?" Steve looked perplexed.
"I didn't say that." Danny's hands were tucked under the blanket, but he was still waving them around under there. It's just..."
Steve waited and didn't say anything.
"I want my mom's chicken soup." Danny sunk into the pillows looking pitiful and red nosed.
"I'll see what I can do," Steve said and left the room.
Danny drifted into a light doze and woke up to the smell. The smell of home. He sat up and coughed for several minutes.
Steve carried in a tray with soup, which looked right--the chicken torn into chunks, and some buttered toast and set it down on Danny's lap.
Danny took a spoonful and blew on it, before tasting it. It was his mother's soup.
"How?"
Steve held up Danny's phone. "She wants you to call her when you're feeling better."
Danny nodded and took another spoonful of soup, ignoring the sweat beading on his upper
lip.
"Or if you think talking to her would make you feel better."
Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Or if you need anything." Steve looked shifty.
"What?" Danny said, spoon midway to his lips.
"What?" Steve was definitely looking shifty.
"What!" Danny demanded.
"I--uh--might have invited her to visit..."
"And?" Danny clanked his spoon into the bowl.
"She might have said yes. She maybe already found a good airfare and she'll be here next Tuesday."
Danny went back to eating his soup. He had to conserve his strength and get better so that he could murder his partner.
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esteefee
December 14 2011, 19:05:48 UTC
HAHAHAHAH. omg. Danny's hands moving under the blankie, Steve making SOUP! Danny's mom's soup! And invoking a dreaded VISITATION.
oh, *Steve*. SO MANY FEELINGS, you.
my throat feels better already! thank you!
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imaginarycircus
December 14 2011, 19:08:34 UTC
♥
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esteefee
December 16 2011, 19:39:00 UTC
hope you are feeling mo' better today, my friend.
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thegrrrl2002
December 14 2011, 19:13:12 UTC
Eeeee this is so awesome, Danny's hands under the blanket, and Steve being all shifty-eyed! And MOM! :D
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ladyoflisquill
December 14 2011, 23:13:21 UTC
Bwah ha ha ha ah!
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squidgiepdx
December 16 2011, 00:48:17 UTC
Oh that was just awesome!!!
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springwoof
December 16 2011, 02:49:31 UTC
Oh, Steve, you poor sweetie! Powerless against the force of personality of Williamses of ANY generation!
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Danny was sick. He tried to pretend he wasn't, until Steve marched him, practically at gunpoint, to bed and tucked him in.
"Do you want some soup?"
"Steven, it's 88 degrees," Danny said in a stuffed up voice, consonants eliding into one another.
"So, you don't want soup?" Steve looked perplexed.
"I didn't say that." Danny's hands were tucked under the blanket, but he was still waving them around under there. It's just..."
Steve waited and didn't say anything.
"I want my mom's chicken soup." Danny sunk into the pillows looking pitiful and red nosed.
"I'll see what I can do," Steve said and left the room.
Danny drifted into a light doze and woke up to the smell. The smell of home. He sat up and coughed for several minutes.
Steve carried in a tray with soup, which looked right--the chicken torn into chunks, and some buttered toast and set it down on Danny's lap.
Danny took a spoonful and blew on it, before tasting it. It was his mother's soup.
"How?"
Steve held up Danny's phone. "She wants you to call her when you're feeling better."
Danny nodded and took another spoonful of soup, ignoring the sweat beading on his upper
lip.
"Or if you think talking to her would make you feel better."
Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Or if you need anything." Steve looked shifty.
"What?" Danny said, spoon midway to his lips.
"What?" Steve was definitely looking shifty.
"What!" Danny demanded.
"I--uh--might have invited her to visit..."
"And?" Danny clanked his spoon into the bowl.
"She might have said yes. She maybe already found a good airfare and she'll be here next Tuesday."
Danny went back to eating his soup. He had to conserve his strength and get better so that he could murder his partner.
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oh, *Steve*. SO MANY FEELINGS, you.
my throat feels better already! thank you!
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Oh, Steve, you poor sweetie! Powerless against the force of personality of Williamses of ANY generation!
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