What did I say that sounded like, "Tell me about your character"?

[prillalar]

i. The gaming con is over.

ii. I survived.

iii. By consuming a LOT of caffeine.

iv. And alcohol.

v. Speaking of alcohol, I'm still pretty buzzed.

vi. Therefore: I ♥ YOU ALL!

vii. Torchwood is downloading.

viii. But not fast enough.

ix. Meanwhile I will finish writing the one sentence fic.

x. And watching Battlestar Galactica.

xi. Since I'm now caught up on Supernatural.

xii. Which I'll post about another day.

xiii. What do you say when you are kind of old and someone whom you consider your peer reveals that they still live at home and have to hide their D&D books from their parents?

xiv. I just tried to keep a straight face.

xv. And drink more wine.

xvi. I wish I had some more now.

xvii. Then I might even write some porn.

xviii. But alas.

xix. I think I'll use this tag on every post.

xx. But apparently no cut tags.

Comments

[velvet-midnight.livejournal.com]

What con? I went to Dragon*Con this year, and that was awesome. :)

Ooh! Torchwood! Haven't found where to download it yet, but am looking. :D

[wickedcherub.livejournal.com]

slightly inebriated!Hal is always my favourite.

She always brings the porn.

[shikishi.livejournal.com]

Can I tell you how upset I am that BSG took Dr. Who's slot for midnight fridays on Sci-Fi.

Those jerks! They are out to tear my mate and I apart!

*icons with Inukai* Is that close?

[tabimendou.livejournal.com]

Tooooooooorchwooooooooooooooood

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[ajat.livejournal.com]

What do you say when you are kind of old and someone whom you consider your peer reveals that they still live at home and have to hide their D&D books from their parents?

DnD ? Is it pr0n ? Er ... happens a fair bit hereabouts. Hee !

Best. Subject line. Ever.

[laurashapiro.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had fun, except for the occasional extreme loser.

Torchwood is taking FOREVER OMG.

[grasshopper.livejournal.com]

"Why?"

"It will be fun."

Kaidoh has learned from experience not to trust those words from Inui. But he agrees anyway, because it’s Inui. He's never been able to say no, except when it matters, and picking apples doesn't really matter and might actually be fun after all.

So that's how he ends up on a train, speeding through a rain of orange leaves, pondering the missed hours of running, batting Inui's hand away because someone might see.

It turns out that it is kind of fun. The missed workouts are nothing to stretching up to get the nicest apples, tossing them to Inui, helping him lug bushels of them around. And then there's Inui's silly grin, which doesn't go away all day.

So Kaidoh puts up with Inui's hand on his ass (steadying him on the stepladder, he says), with the the bugs and leaves that get in his hair after Inui steals his bandana (to polish apples, he says), with Inui kissing him behind a tree where no-one can see (no reason, he says).

And then the sun swings low and everything flames gold, the trees and the grass and Inui's glasses, and that grin is still there, and Kaidoh thinks that there's nothing he could deny Inui right now, if it keeps Inui smiling like that.

"When we get home," Inui says, shouldering a bag of apples and touching Kaidoh's arm, "we can use these to make juice."

"No," Kaidoh says, and steals Inui's apples.