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[akavertigo]

So.

In addition to a buggy computer, I have also...sliced up my hand. Naturally.The upside is that the damage is minimal (though explaining the blood stains to my roomies was--great) and I will not be bleeding out at work or welding a hook onto my wrist. The downside is that now when I have the tech to type, I still lack the working equipment.

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[aneas]

My poor, poor baby! Here, have a wolf cupcake for you:

[akavertigo]

*MUNCH CRUNCH GULP*

The hand isn't that bad, really, and I'll get the tech issues squared away too. But did it have to happen this close to the 15th? :(

How the heck is my Lupercalia piece going to survive now?

[aneas]

Can't you dictate it to somebody really nice and helpful? Your flatmate looks like a really lovely gal. We totally adore her already.

[akavertigo]

She's agreed to beta. But I'm pretty sure forcing someone to follow my rough drafts is prohibited by the Geneva Convention.

I'm more worried about not being able to set things up for the comm.

[moirariordan]

D:

Do you need anything? Hugs? Picspams of food and/or foxes and/or wolves? A pep talk? Vodka?

[akavertigo]

Drabbles?

fact: i wrote this while listening to nsync's "no strings attached" album. on repeat.

[moirariordan]

Kris feels the bass before he hears the music, from blocks away, rattling the pebbles on the sidewalk, cradling his feet in vibration. The air itself seems to pulsate in a rhythm that matches his own anticipation, expanding and stretching to the beat of the latest Alphabeat remix, one two three four, one two three four.It's not often that they're allowed freedom such as this, a night off from the exhausting process of simply existing in the world, hiding or passing or running for the benefit of people who don't understand. Tonight, they don't have to pretend to be okay with anything. Tonight, they can just relax

hit me with the truth - ow!

[moirariordan]

"Manly brooding. Sorry." Kris flops down, reclining with a satisfied sigh in the shrubbery. He gets a suspicious look for his trouble. "I've been trying to get ahold of you for like two weeks, you know."

Adam turns his head away pointedly. Kris tries and fails not to take it personally.

"Okay, still in the 'wallowing alone' phase. Noted."

Kris sighs heavily and settles in, leaning back against the damp grass, his knees brushing Adam's flank, radiating heat. The air smells like happiness.

"He's totally not worth it, man."

Adam lifts his great, shaggy head, and Kris knows enough to recognize the no shit, really? in his eyes

[untamedfilly]

Hugs bb! Can I kiss it better for you? I can be there in 3 1/2 hours... <333

[akavertigo]

You...um, you probably don't wanna kiss that. -_- The bandages are not staying pristine...

[akavertigo]

It's less gruesome than my luck deserves, actually. Typing is a bit of a bitch, but still manageable (as this post proves, hoo-zah!) Computer access is the major worry, because...well. you know.

[akavertigo]

Battery. It's always the battery. -_-

[0x0_kate_0x0]

OW! Damn girl, heal quick. ♥

[akavertigo]

Nah, it's clotting nicely.

Plus I finally got to say to Linda "You're standing in my blood."

[0x0_kate_0x0]

FINALLY!!

I imagine she took it well?