May 25, 2012 22:21
hey, guys, you should leave prompts in the comments for me to fill because i'm stuck in this horribly bought of writers block.
pairings, universes, prompts, you name it, the more ridiculous the better and such.
promps
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they're all cooped up in the kitchen, the only light really coming from the back patio motion sensor that flicks on dully whenever a squirrel skitters across the tables and chairs. the fence dividing the kitchen from the dining room, easy enough to jump and scurry over in daylight, looms tall and ominous over them, feeling more like a barrier than ever before.
he shoves his nose between his paws and tries not to whimper, his tail sneaking between his legs. He's never felt more like a poodle or something in his life, he thinks lamely, paws rubbing at the side of his face, his tanned fur sticking up. they might as well fluff up my fur and put me in a show he whines, rolling over onto his back, which proves to be a bad idea once all he can see is darkness and the slow movement from the kitchen fan.
beside him, harry sniffs. his head pops up and he stretches, untrimmed nails scratching lightly against the kitchen tiles. alright, lou? he asks, cuddling close to him, frowning. His eyes ( ... )
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