Stocking Game: Cessate il Fuoco*
TRUCE!!!!!
A Bloody Yuletide, that's what we have, but this should have to make things light.
This Christmas season, aside from giving each other customary fics/arts as gift in Kris Kringle, we have to admit that warm words of appreciation melts one's heart yeah? Ergo, the purpose of this game.
Throughout this post, we'll all make it positive, and of ( Read more... )
I know this is f*cking ridiculous (oh see? She just made me change the 'u' in fuck to to an asterisk, like the meaning will get better, ugh. RAPHAELA CAN YOU JUST GO OUT FOR AWHILE I NEED TO BE ALONE--THERE I TYPED IT, SEE HOW YOUR CHARACTER IS--UGH, RAPHAELA, GET OUT OR I'LL--*Raph grins but goes out anyway* sorry for godmodding Raph darling orz but she's so cute ide--) but I'm writing a letter to you. My RPer obviously is making me write this in the wee hours of the day, but well, she said me to make you remember that you've mostly build your closeness at these times. Not that I care with the two of you of course, but whatever.
This is a serious letter though. So please read it carefully since I look idiotic - smiling actually smiling, fuck I look stupid - as I type this. Since you and the crossdresser organized a mini-talk show (which I'm not supposed to see but took a glimpse anyway so I'll do a proper reply), I'll do this. Or so my RPer said, tch, so bossy.
I really think Warm Snow was be the most memorable event for you, I know, since I'm there (doh). But apart from that, it had been the first event this humble(?!!) RPer and you shared. She really didn't think you'd go this far, but I guess, hurray, you made it. Congratulations to you.
Am I supposed to continue this cheesiness? It's getting itchy and *ooc smacks Gin on the head* UGH FINE.
I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING RAPHAELA. No bullshit. Nuff said.
Especially when you cooperated and basically bear with my lame RPer (latest RP to date at AU/LJ/nthYL was 6:30am from night hahahaha fuck you guys woke up at 3...pm) with how we'd settle and all that shit. I love everything about her that I don't know where to start because she might just be sneaking back here right now, seeing me write these cheesy shizznit and laugh at me (which I don't want to happen). Fine, it's the truth anyway, but it's embarrassing so make sure to keep this from her. Or else. I'll make you kiss Arthur. And you don't want to do that (since that lame fart doesn't want just kiss.)
What I'm saying is, all the things you touch turns awesome, that she actually turned awesome too (a miracle?). So continue whatever you have now with this tyrant RPer who's making me type this even if I'm fucking sleepy, and...she said she's sorry for being a burden/tactless to you at times. She tries to be careful now.
Give my regards to Gavin (and Mr. Reese), Dai, and Vinny/Melody/Aria. Not like they know me, but I know they're from you too, so bet they're just as cool. And this is coming from me, so it should be true.
She's lame so she couldn't tell she'll be there for you, even if you shoo her off. And she loves you so much. Just like how I...well, just like how I love Raphaela.
Well now you know, shut it.
Signed,
Gerald Ivan Moore
PS. The fic Phone Calls. It's... cool. Continue it? Name your price.
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