Nov 29, 2009 01:37
45,000 words, and I scare myself sometimes :D
Though while I recognise that there is no plot to this thing, I have to admit to liking the story itself:
The first thing that comes into Aquila’s mind is to offer her something to eat, but they’d long since licked the bones of the roast chicken and connected their lips to the bottom of the containers (pesky pasta pieces having been consumed out of the way).
God, I love writing about food *is a recurring theme >_> previous nano made me feel hungrier than was called for too*
mild insanity,
nano