Fic.

[scarlet_carsons]

Title: Negotiations
Rating: Rated R for awkward sexings.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Alan Moore. (And, having read Lost Girls, I no longer feel too bad about writing sex scenes involving any of his creations. The dude is a dirty old man.) At least I didn't title this, 'who washes the watchmen?'
Notes: This was written for the bathtime fic

Comments

[gogo_didi]

"Going to wash my face," he said, as if he was doing Daniel a massive favor and, by god, he had better remember it.

lol, i loved this so much :-)

[scarlet_carsons]

Rorschach doesn't wash his face for just anybody. Dear god I dread to think what the inside of that mask looks/smells like.

[piratehatter]

Awh, I loved that. Very brilliant writing. Definitely in character and believable.

You recieve a star *

[scarlet_carsons]

Excellent. A star is even better than a banana sticker. Thanks. :)

[scarlet_carsons]

Thank you!

[space_fight]

It's all so realistic and heart-breakingly sad while simultaneously managing to make me grin like a fool and go to my bunk in one fierce motion.

It killed me that you included all three p-chat images too, I could see each respective sketch so easily. I loved it. :3

[caelumcaelum]

"Smell is temporary. Body is self-cleaning. Humans are not as susceptible to infection as the medical-pharmaceutical complex would like people to believe. Chemicals in cleaning products kill bacteria necessary to building up a resistance, leading to weakening of immune system."

"Yes, that's great, but... would you please take a shower?" Daniel asked.

THIS MADE MY LIFE. THANK YOU. =)