Their eyes meet, sharing an uneasy lack of confidence in this statement. Silly Petrelli's...of course he will. Much better than they could, anyway.
Ignoring Isaac, Fräulein Deveaux turns to their mutual guest. "Mein Führer, this is the painter, Isaac Mendez." Oh...holy...fuck, really?
"I used to be a bit of a painter myself." An entire apartment in one afternoon! Two coats! (Ahem...The Producers)
Taunted Claude with boldness, genius and magic, as Peter tucked a lock of hair behind one ear, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed him. Lips brushed his, chastely, then hesitated as Peter's eyes met his. Awwww!
"Be quiet. Please," he added, reflexively. "I want to kiss you again." AWWWWW!
The train rumbles on, and Mohinder tries to reassure himself that this is merely unpleasant and unfortunate. That things will be better when they reach their destination. Oh, Mohinder...keep telling yourself that, sweetie.
Ahem...so, this was, again, awesome. Will there be
( ... )
I know ... they're too busy judging the book by its cover. Not like there's anything wrong with the cover, though.
What, you thought the whole WWII thing was just wallpaper? Well...no, but...still, my jaw seriously dropped.
*snort* I've never seen it. But I should. You should...awesome. Only be carefully, because you'll end up singing "Springtime for Hitler" in the middle of situations where it's really not appropriate. I don't even know which version I like better...they're both hilarious and perfect in different ways.
I love this fluff-bit. So much. You should, it was adorable!
I know :( :( indeed...
Thanks as ever for reading and for your delightfully effusive comments :) I tend to come off as a crazy person, don't I? Oh, well. Hopefully you at least find it amusing.
Not like there's anything wrong with the cover, though.
Well, damn, no.
Well...no, but...still, my jaw seriously dropped.
*g* Good.
You should...awesome. Only be carefully, because you'll end up singing "Springtime for Hitler" in the middle of situations where it's really not appropriate. I don't even know which version I like better...they're both hilarious and perfect in different ways.
Hee. Yeah. You rate the recent remake, then?
I tend to come off as a crazy person, don't I? Oh, well. Hopefully you at least find it amusing.
I'm glad :) I thought you'd like it. And the philosophy! I told you it was coming.
Wonderful to see this back; I'd been missing it. Excellent, as always.
*blush* Thank you! I have mad hopes of posting another chapter tomorrow before I go away for a week, but I don't know how realistic that is, given that I've got nothing written yet ;)
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"Claude will look after him."
Their eyes meet, sharing an uneasy lack of confidence in this statement.
Silly Petrelli's...of course he will. Much better than they could, anyway.
Ignoring Isaac, Fräulein Deveaux turns to their mutual guest. "Mein Führer, this is the painter, Isaac Mendez."
Oh...holy...fuck, really?
"I used to be a bit of a painter myself."
An entire apartment in one afternoon! Two coats! (Ahem...The Producers)
Taunted Claude with boldness, genius and magic, as Peter tucked a lock of hair behind one ear, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed him. Lips brushed his, chastely, then hesitated as Peter's eyes met his.
Awwww!
"Be quiet. Please," he added, reflexively. "I want to kiss you again."
AWWWWW!
The train rumbles on, and Mohinder tries to reassure himself that this is merely unpleasant and unfortunate. That things will be better when they reach their destination.
Oh, Mohinder...keep telling yourself that, sweetie.
Ahem...so, this was, again, awesome. Will there be ( ... )
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I know ... they're too busy judging the book by its cover.
Oh...holy...fuck, really?
YA RLY.
What, you thought the whole WWII thing was just wallpaper?
An entire apartment in one afternoon! Two coats! (Ahem...The Producers)
*snort* I've never seen it. But I should.
Awwww!
AWWWWW!
:) I love this fluff-bit. So much.
Oh, Mohinder...keep telling yourself that, sweetie.
I know :(
Thanks as ever for reading and for your delightfully effusive comments :)
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Not like there's anything wrong with the cover, though.
What, you thought the whole WWII thing was just wallpaper?
Well...no, but...still, my jaw seriously dropped.
*snort* I've never seen it. But I should.
You should...awesome. Only be carefully, because you'll end up singing "Springtime for Hitler" in the middle of situations where it's really not appropriate. I don't even know which version I like better...they're both hilarious and perfect in different ways.
I love this fluff-bit. So much.
You should, it was adorable!
I know :(
:( indeed...
Thanks as ever for reading and for your delightfully effusive comments :)
I tend to come off as a crazy person, don't I? Oh, well. Hopefully you at least find it amusing.
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Well, damn, no.
Well...no, but...still, my jaw seriously dropped.
*g* Good.
You should...awesome. Only be carefully, because you'll end up singing "Springtime for Hitler" in the middle of situations where it's really not appropriate. I don't even know which version I like better...they're both hilarious and perfect in different ways.
Hee. Yeah. You rate the recent remake, then?
I tend to come off as a crazy person, don't I? Oh, well. Hopefully you at least find it amusing.
I think it's adorable :)
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Ah, I loved that.
Wonderful to see this back; I'd been missing it. Excellent, as always.
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I'm glad :) I thought you'd like it. And the philosophy! I told you it was coming.
Wonderful to see this back; I'd been missing it. Excellent, as always.
*blush* Thank you! I have mad hopes of posting another chapter tomorrow before I go away for a week, but I don't know how realistic that is, given that I've got nothing written yet ;)
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They should have faith in Claude, but you know, he's Just Not Their Sort.
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Well, he's my Sort so they don't matter..
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Heeee. The plaude was so cute.
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(And boy, there really isn't a whole lot of that to go around in this story)
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