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[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my July 8th post here; Ragged and Raspy for @meggiejolly, @kallisto-k, and @akumteir, thanks!

Shiro laughed, then blew his nose again, grimacing. His face was red and irritated when he lowered the soggy tissue. Kunimasa held out the wastebasket for it, and he dropped it in, sagging against the headboard. ‟Maybe I should have gone. . .” He trailed off, gesturing weakly. ‟What? To your old place?” Kunimasa raised his eyebrows. ‟You’ve been living here for longer than you or my brother would admit, but you think he’d happily let you move back in with Aogiri? Even temporarily?” Even while you’re snotty and disgusting, he thought, holding back a grimace. Shiro sniffed, first a tiny breath and then a disgusting hacking sound. Kunimasa grimaced and handed him another tissue.

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@akumteir thirty minutes of working on an animation, please!

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[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my May 21st post here, Obstruction for @akumteir, thanks!

Or killing him. Kei dipped to reclaim his gun from the floor and idly marked the slowing, weak throb of the gangster’s heartbeat, already moving past him to the narrow stairs that led down. They were walled in with thin sheets of metal, but it was the work of moments for Kei to descend them and move out - cautiously - onto the warehouse floor.

[nb-octopus-writes]

@akumteir said, Accidental alien abduction, please!

When Logan joined him, Roman showed him how to assemble a taco, and Logan jotted the instructions down before doing so himself.

"These are good," Logan proclaimed after taking a bite. "It's similar to the ones we purchased, but certainly distinct. Why is that?"

"Dif'ren ingredients," Roman said around a large bite. "Fresher veggies, probably a different spice blend, plus it's less greasy cause I drained the meat better." He considered. "Also, we're not being as stingy with the cheese and guac and sour cream."

"I see," Logan said, nodding. "The shells are also larger and more sturdy."

"Yeah, I think that's partly the grease, partly the shells themselves," Roman said with a shrug. "Easier to eat if it doesn't fall apart on you. You know, when I was a kid I hated lettuce, but my parents wouldn't let me just leave it off the taco. Gotta eat your greens, you know? I kept eating my tacos from the bottom up to avoid it as long as I could; it was a mess."

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my February 12th post here; Limits for @kidsomeday and @akumteir, thanks!

Another chime, this one rather sulky, and Jareth couldn’t disagree with that, either. He made no answer, but took the easy route in through an arched window that had been cracked asunder - most of the stained glass that had filled it lay shattered on the stone several stories below, but that was a concern for a later time. The window was up the corridor from his rooms, and Jareth flew the short distance; the door opened at his approach - the Castle, and the Labyrinth, hadn’t been robbed of that much of their strength - and he swooped through, the sound of the door closing firmly in his wake somewhat reassuring. Jareth only shifted his shape as he approached his bed, staggering a step or two as his boots made contact with the stone floor once more. It had been an exhausting night and day even before a part of his soul had been torn away by the faltering confidence of a young woman who had learned many lessons in her challenge. And perhaps for all that many more yet unlearned, Jareth thought wryly as the Labyrinth grumbled, deep like shifting rock, unhappy.

[nb-octopus-writes]

@akumteir said,

let us fucking appreciate you, please!

105 words written at the time of queuing this up!