"On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me..." Ryan hummed. Esposito draped himself along his partner's back as he leaned towards the computer, prompting the Irish detective to giggle a little in response. All in all, the sheer amount of fluff in the air could kill someone.
And send them to heaven, of course.
"You've fed Preston?" Ryan
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Come chat to me on IM more so I can bully you into writing yet more Ryan & Espo fic! ;)
ETA: What?! When did I comment on this before? ...this is a little worrying... I've read it a few times today but have no recollection of commenting already. :S
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Lovin' Lanie and her popcorn!
...on the FOURTH day of Christmas...*is eager to meet the 4 calling birds*...
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