"i have this excellent image of a disembodied rear end participating in pagan midwinter celebrations," says unhurt.
"please don't let this inspire my brain," says me.
*cough*
Hugh Dillon & Callum Keith Rennie. 161 words.
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"What is your problem Hugh had been sniffing at and peering into his cup for the past however many minutes now and it was
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Unhurt is the root of all evil.
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"Hugh, I want to go home now."
I know the feeling, Callum.
Excellent ficlet!
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She certainly has a gift! And she's so modest about it too, always with the "nooo, it's not my fault!"
:P thanks!
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Psst, speaking of moving icons.
*glances up from Hugh in my icon, back down from your Hugh, up, down, up, down ...*
*is faintly nauseated*
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are you saying there is something wrong with this image? are you JUDGING ME?
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2. i must dispute your subject line. strongly dispute!
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In which case I must strongly pretend to not know what you're talking about!
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