[closed] Nothing could possibly go wrong THIS time.

[theuserabides]

who ; theuserabides and popcorngifs
what ; married life, and yet another of Flynn's brilliant ideas
where ; Tronhaus
when ; idk, this morning?
warning(s) ; none, one hopes

[Caffeine doesn't quite pack the kick liquid energy does, but Flynn didn't have to code the coffee pot and the beans, so it's a wash, more or less. He refills his mug, watching the eddies in the liquid

Comments

[popcorngifs]

[ Alan looked over the rim of his--DEAD CHEMIST? BARIUM!--mug at the sound of his name. ]

Don't look at me; I'm just waiting for whatever life changing revelation that tends to occur when you sit me down to "just talk."

[theuserabides]

[Hey. Flynn resembles that remark. He sips, burns the roof of his mouth, and winces.

At the heat. Not the crack.

Clearly.]

I want you to be an admin on Grid 3.0.

[popcorngifs]

[ Heat and Alan's comments were never exactly mutually exclusive. ]

Oh, is that all? For a second I thought you were going to ask me something spontaneous.

[theuserabides]

[It's a dry heat. Which Flynn chooses to ignore with serene dignity this time.]

I guess we could go skiing, if you want spontaneity. You're never too old to break an arm.