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[kayliemalinza]

OK ok ok, so, my family was watching TV, right? I'm on the couch with my mom, brother John, and youngest dog Traf, with my dad on the other side of the room in the Daddy Chair

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[order_of_chaos]

Methinks the pointer pointed correctly :P

John must be a very advanced cyborg, to do things like putting pizza crusts down necks.

[kayliemalinza]

Advanced in manual dexterity, maybe, but not in emotional sensitivity. I was watching Earthshock the other day and he walked in and said, "Has the annoying kid died yet?"

Hey. Hey. While you're temporarily not lurking, you wanna give me a prompt for fic? ^^

[order_of_chaos]

I read a fic where John was a cyborg. But that was in SGA, so it was probably a different John :P

Had the annoying kid died yet?

Ooh. Um. Sarah Jane and the Psychic Vodka? Tosh and Ianto's Excellent Adventure? Attack of the Harkness-clones? Smudged Rainbows?
Pick one. Prompts can double as fic-titles if need be.
Oh, and also? Someone (good or bad) underestimating one of the good guys. That's always fun. *grins*
Or there could be Ianto doing tailoring, which sharp and shiny scissors.

I did the tailoring first (335 words)

[kayliemalinza]

The blades of the scissors were less than an inch long. Ianto sheared them carefully across the ragged edge, lopping off threads in short flashes. The gooseneck lamp was positioned too closely and burned the back of his knuckles

[stunt_muppet]

He didn't respond much at all, actually, and I suspect he is a cyborg.

My brother does the exact same thing, omg. Because my hands always get cold at night, and I always pinch th back of his neck, and he never says a thing. It's sort of annoying, actually.

[kayliemalinza]

he never says a thing.

Maybe he's weeping on the inside. :(