Dec 24, 2015
"Did you eat all my cookies?"
@nightdivinity-musetopia
“What interest would I have in cookies?”
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"Did you eat all my cookies?"
@nightdivinity-musetopia
“What interest would I have in cookies?”
“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
"Surprisingly? Not doing anything to build confidence." He eyeballed the thing warily, unsure how to proceed. "I'm not exactly looking forward to being blown into tiny bits, here."
[text] “You want to come over?”
[text]: when I can find both of my socks and get the cereal out of my ear, I might consider it. There was an...incident.
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Owen turned as he glanced up, grinning. “Well... Looks like you caught me... Whatcha gonna do about it?”
"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."
"First bit of advice? Make sure the turkey's still edible. Also, don't wrap the presents in the same boxes and give them when the kids are both male and female. The boys do not appreciate getting training bras. Well.. not in the way you'd think.." He mimed putting a bra on his head and shrugged, sheepish.
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Owen flinched, not quite able to believe what he was seeing. “What the hell is going on here?!”
♏ (from Nerissa please. If you don't mind.)
The house he'd been squatting in had been barely enough for the group he'd been caring for. But finding the new group had pushed things to the point of near bursting.
Still, John couldn't find it in himself to turn anyone away. Especially since one of the women had a small child.
He paced along the widow's walk, rifle in his arms, and watched the woods that surrounded the house. He could hear some of the survivors still awake in the house. They'd toned it down quite a bit, since no one wanted to draw attention, but with the window open, he could hear hushed tones.
And he could smell whatever concoction they were fixing for dinner. He didn't bother trying to cook. Before the end of it all, he'd been halfway decent in the kitchen, but no chef. Now? Now he was content to just shoot things and kill them and let the others feed him. He protected.
Movement in his periphery caught his eye and he glanced toward the open window.
"It's all quiet out here. Is everyone settling in okay?"
nightdivinity-musetopia answered your question:Anyone?
Me? I’ll take one ^.^
Sweet, any muse in a particular situation you want?