(no subject)
Why hello there!
Pottermore comes up today.
I. Am. Excite.
VERY VERY VERY.
In 23 12 minutes.
Omigod.
Omigod.
Omigod.
Now I shall continue to fill that other fill:
(the blind date one)
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Alex's fingers tapped on the coffee table in a steady beat.
1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4.
Every 16 beats, he glances at the clock.
Every 12 beats, he glances at the door.
Every 11 beats, he shakes his head, almost stops tapping, and almost gets up.
The key word here being "almost."
There's a noise from the corner and it ends in a high note.
Alex's head moves up and down, slowly no, absent-mindedly.
The -what looks Alex sees as- mop of red hair that the sound emitted from excitedly moves out of the room and into the hallway closet.
There's the muffled sound of a door opening and closing and Alex is immediately on his feet. The door is tackled and, of course, it feels so, so very loved by it's cuddly owner, which is soon taken away from it as the voices outside become louder and Alex is not pressing his whole body to the door, but just his ear.
There is a loud, loud voice that even the red mop of hair can hear from behind all of the pillows and blankets he is carrying into the living room -which Alex, of course, does not notice.
"That fucking idiot next door, I'm going to fucking---"
"It's alright. He's-" the other voice is muffled and at this point Alex really wishes he had super-sonic hearing, but super powers don't exist.
It's really late and I'll continue it later on, but really I've got sleep knocking at my door.
Plus Pottermore ain't giving me no fucking clue so I guess I'll sleep anyways.
I can wait another 2 months. Eh.
Pottermore comes up today.
I. Am. Excite.
VERY VERY VERY.
In 23 12 minutes.
Omigod.
Omigod.
Omigod.
Now I shall continue to fill that other fill:
(the blind date one)
------
Alex's fingers tapped on the coffee table in a steady beat.
1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4.
Every 16 beats, he glances at the clock.
Every 12 beats, he glances at the door.
Every 11 beats, he shakes his head, almost stops tapping, and almost gets up.
The key word here being "almost."
There's a noise from the corner and it ends in a high note.
Alex's head moves up and down, slowly no, absent-mindedly.
The -what looks Alex sees as- mop of red hair that the sound emitted from excitedly moves out of the room and into the hallway closet.
There's the muffled sound of a door opening and closing and Alex is immediately on his feet. The door is tackled and, of course, it feels so, so very loved by it's cuddly owner, which is soon taken away from it as the voices outside become louder and Alex is not pressing his whole body to the door, but just his ear.
There is a loud, loud voice that even the red mop of hair can hear from behind all of the pillows and blankets he is carrying into the living room -which Alex, of course, does not notice.
"That fucking idiot next door, I'm going to fucking---"
"It's alright. He's-" the other voice is muffled and at this point Alex really wishes he had super-sonic hearing, but super powers don't exist.
It's really late and I'll continue it later on, but really I've got sleep knocking at my door.
Plus Pottermore ain't giving me no fucking clue so I guess I'll sleep anyways.
I can wait another 2 months. Eh.