You don't have to be a prostitute. Do you have any other skills? Like TYPING?
God, i am so tired. And Hawaii Five Oh was SO GOOD. (THANK YOU PENNY) Did all y'all perk up when that guy from Bones that guy from Avatar that guy who should be paired up with Toast that GUY mentioned the weather station in Alaska? :DDD I will get you conditioned for this, bbs, never fear.
And i need to do homework, but really all i want to do is scrunch down in the couch and write on the Danny's-wearing-an-"I'M SINGLE"-flower-tucked-behind-his-left-ear fic, even though somehow it wound up from Steve's POV and STEVE DOESN'T WANT TO ADMIT HE HAS ~FEELINGS.~ GDIT.
So, to make me feel better (or maybe i'm just sleep deprived to the point of bad ideas), have an excerpt:
“All I want-“ And this is great, this is his favorite Danny, because out come the sideways-shark-fin-hands as he delineates his point, insistence making the hibiscus petals quiver with his righteous indignation. Steve misses about half of what Danny says, and he’s grinning again. “-so Gracie puts this flower behind my ear and she tells me I look pretty and if I love her I’ll wear it all day, and I think, Great, I think, Greatness, because this is my day off and no way would Steve McGarrett show up at my door on my day off, right, Steven?”
“Love it when you call me Steven, you know, it makes me happy…on the inside,” Steve says, palm flattening over where his heart is so maybe it’ll take a hint and calm down. This does not mean what Danny thinks it means, this flower. And so Steve should just really take a step back and get his body under control, maybe snap a few pictures so he can look at this later and give it the attention it rightly deserves. Later, when he can shake this feral grin that Danny, bless his Jersey heart, is somehow misreading as mocking. Okay, as mostly mocking.
Oh, man. Danny's going to get eaten alive.
So. Yup. That happened.
Eta: I have just spent the last thirty minutes staring at blackboard and unless i am ACTUALLY STUPID (a complete possibility) the homework is Not Actually Due Until Feb 2nd. >.O .... O.<
AHAHAHAAAAH WELL, PASSING COLLEGE IS FOR WUSSIES. *writes fic like the bundled-up wind*