Because I really should be in bed.

Dec 20, 2007 00:11

But I have angsty headchars being angsty at me, and vodka does nothing to banish them. And so I inflict upon you, dear readers, the birth of the wingthing. With special thanks to lunatron, who figured out how all this got started in the first place.

The sky above Mission City that day was cloudless and clear... )

fanfic, wingthing

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ravenclaw_devi December 20 2007, 05:57:03 UTC
Wow!

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calibrata December 20 2007, 06:56:54 UTC
Very, very cool!

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lunatron December 20 2007, 15:23:56 UTC
Eeee, I'm honoured that you liked my rationale! Poor little wingthing. *Offers muffins to the wingthing.*

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raisedbymoogles December 20 2007, 22:53:56 UTC
It's better than anything I came up with. ;)

Wingthing: *pounces and munches happily* ^_^

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navigatorsghost December 20 2007, 20:17:31 UTC
Wingthing! Awesome. And I love the rationale. *pets*

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raisedbymoogles December 20 2007, 22:54:30 UTC
Wingthing: *purrs and tilts towards you*

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seiberwing December 21 2007, 00:16:55 UTC
*squeeeeaaaaak!* *poor wingthing!*

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apprentice_lurk December 21 2007, 00:17:33 UTC
...Dammit. That was me, not Seiber. *still, squeak!*

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raisedbymoogles December 21 2007, 00:38:13 UTC
*giggles* *fluffs*

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raisedbymoogles December 21 2007, 00:35:42 UTC
Poor wingthing. And it only gets worse from here.

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