seperis: (bored)
seperis ([personal profile] seperis) wrote2003-11-30 12:59 am

need more entertainment.....

Play wiht me on AIM? Please?

JenntheMerry.

I am *such* a kid these last few days. Consider this making up for all the time I spent sulking this week. Stupid job. There are DVDs in future!

I'll just leave this here for safekeeping :) Part 2

[identity profile] lit-chick.livejournal.com 2003-11-30 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Letters Three: Brian's interest lights on him, judging the seriousness of the offer and Justin's pants are suddenly tight. He fights the urge to adjust himself and clears his throat. Brian snickers. Behind him, Justin can feel indignation rising off Ethan like steam. Musicians never like being ignored, this one in particular. But between chasing after Brian, Brian's ego and Brian's inner bitch, Justin has his hands full.
Letters Three: Justin is so terribly overworked :D
JenntheMerry: Poor baby]
Letters Three: "Sorry, Ethan, food emergency," he inserts before Ethan can say anything. "Come on, Brian."
Letters Three: Happily, Brian is more malleable than usual when amused and secure in his superiority at Justin's antics. He allows Justin to steer them away while Ethan completes his transformation from terrier to fire-breathing dragon. Fortunately, Justin's learned how to tune him out.
JenntheMerry: Hee!
Letters Three: Justin is so focused on the 'away' part of going away that eventually he runs into Brian's unmoving back.
Letters Three: "Discovered a mysterious new process for making shopping trolleys edible, Sunshine?" Brian asks.
Letters Three: The cart is still pitifully empty. Justin has a sudden urge to bang his head against something. He compromises by leaning hard into Brian with his forehead. The shithead, of course, moves away so he has to recover his balance with a little trip and shuffle.
Letters Three: "Fucker." Justin glares.
JenntheMerry: *laughs*
JenntheMerry: GE thte food, Justin ou can do it.
Letters Three: Brian smiles beautifically. "Fuckee."
JenntheMerry: You totally can.
Letters Three: Go, Justin! :-)
Letters Three: There's something irritatingly bright and virulently green at the edges of Justin's vision. He turns to look and is momentarily paralysed at the sheer horror of the display rack before him. Alerted by his expression, Brian turns as well and is similarly transfixed.
Letters Three: "That," Justin says, "is a crime against all that is good and holy about sex."
Letters Three: Justin surveys the rows of condoms in horrific neon colours, some with nauseatingly cute cartoons on them. An overly clever young vandal has suited up the smaller boxes of goods as well as a displaced broomstick pushed halfway under the rack.
JenntheMerry: *giggles*
Letters Three: Justin shakes himself out of his morbid fascination though Brian is still probably trying to imagine the variety of idiots that could possibly see fit to use such monstrosities. For no good reason he can find, Justin watches Brian staring at the display for a while and eases back quietly, then runs off. Hey, he loves the guy forever and beyond and all that but in the beginning, there was Food. And Justin is reasonably sure that if he gets clear of Brian's reality warping field, he might actually stave off starvation in time.
Letters Three: *points* That ought to join the last bitty bit I wrote in your LJ :-)
Letters Three: ... And I can't believe I wrote all that.
Letters Three: Oh dear, I HAVE scared you away now, haven't I?
JenntheMerry: No no no.
JenntheMerry: I love this so MUCH.
Letters Three: Oh, good ^^; I was afraid I was a bad playmate.
JenntheMerry: No oh NO, Best Playmate Ever!
JenntheMerry: *hee*
JenntheMerry: <--rereading it again now