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So, this week, it has been fantastic:
Good points:
- Finishing 1 (one) fic
-![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nasdack hilarity
Bad points:
- Laptop breaks
- Work draft is due
- Phone breaks and then revives itself
- Schedule now does not allow for me to be around when Laptop Fixing Dude is cometh
- Schedule now does not allow for much sleep, either (out of the house at: 8am tomorrow, back in the house at: 12am)
- Everyone everywhere is stressed out!
Points for improvement:
- Random love memes:you've got a friend
*flops* SO, HOW HAS YOUR FEBRUARY BEEN?
Also:
- Go ahead and leave prompts; I will do 50 word replies! ♥
- Finishing 1 (one) fic
-
nasdack hilarityBad points:
- Laptop breaks
- Work draft is due
- Phone breaks and then revives itself
- Schedule now does not allow for me to be around when Laptop Fixing Dude is cometh
- Schedule now does not allow for much sleep, either (out of the house at: 8am tomorrow, back in the house at: 12am)
- Everyone everywhere is stressed out!
Points for improvement:
- Random love memes:
*flops* SO, HOW HAS YOUR FEBRUARY BEEN?
Also:
- Go ahead and leave prompts; I will do 50 word replies! ♥
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My February will prove a test and a half!
Prompto:
Rufus - sugared preforation lines!
egehegegeeh. *flees*
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The lines of the world to an eight year old child come in sugared preforation lines: cut here, tear here, burn here.
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Thank you so much *smoosh*
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I was going to give you a prompt but ALL I CAN THINK IS LEN WEIN and that probably wouldn't make for a good 50 words. XD
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Uh... my February? Torn between exams (Immunology... Major freaking Histocompatibility complex... arrrgh) and frantic lab work and sleep deprivation... but otherwise... not so bad.
Ah prompt? How about Dick and Terry and DNA testing, please?
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DAW, LAB WORK. I haven't done any in ages, but that sounds full of D:! and terror. *snuggles*
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Dick-Terry-DNA:
Dick leaves the coding and profiling where it belongs; glass and metal, the world they live in polished down by acid and alkali, as sterile as Bruce could ever want it to be. He takes the test tube out of Terry's hands, gently as he can, because this family has never had anything to do with blood, except perhaps the shedding of it.
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It's not really so bad for the most part, the lab work - there's a lot of it but it's genuinely interesting. It's only having to draw blood from people for testing that's terrifying.
Here's a drabble in return (heh, I have these two stuck on the brain today)
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‘Personal assistants’ don’t really belong in this crowd. Terry’s not been to too many of these kind of gigs, but he’s been to enough to know that the hired help aren’t usually on the guest list for a few reasons.
They… don’t exactly mesh with the politicians, lawyers, business executives, and top level scientists for one. Or starlets. Or any other of the Gotham glitterati that tend to accumulate at these things sometimes like moths to flame or sharks circling for the feed.
Actually, they fade downright into the background. Especially the punk teen ones that are more houseboy and charity case than personal assistant to most people anyway. Terry’s seeing so many backs turned it makes him wonder vaguely if he’s suddenly developed honest to slagging god invisibility powers without the suit.
Just for a second though. He likes to think he’s been at the business long enough to know most of the time when he’s being watched. Judged.
He can’t see or hear Bruce or Grayson right now – not with this crowd, not with this noise – but Terry knows where they roughly are just the same. This sea of people has currents… and everyone tends to flow towards those two sooner or later.
Terry tugs at the collar of his (Dick’s) jacket, and slips off to snag a glass of water, a canapé and subtly check to see if anyone’s slipped explosives in the floral arrangements again, before attempting conversation – conversation that’s supposed to last more than two minutes – with any of these high rollers.
He catches a glimpse of them before the crowd shifts and blocks them from view again. Bruce’s eyes are full of pride. Happy as Terry’s ever seen them. Grayson’s as much in his element as Terry is not.
Personal assistants don’t really belong in this crowd. But sons are another story altogether.
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THANK YOU! :D Score.
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February is going okay for me, so far. Shall be better this weekend, though, as
Hm...prompt... How about Bruce, shine.
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Daw, I'm happy for you - I wish my friends could come down, but the ones that can are so close that it's a little D: (you know, the feeling when all your friends in a certain area are friends with your other friends, and then the stress and emo MOVES IN CONCENTRIC CIRCLES? Yeah.) -- and everyone else in on a different continent from me. D: D: D:
Bruce, shine:
No man should be able to make the quality of darkness glow.
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Mmm. I love when you do these wee prompts. ♥ You get so much meaning into so few words. My brain wants to have thinky thoughts about Bruce's glowy darkness; perhaps I will ponder this while I'm at work tomorrow. (The Dick and Terry one is really wonderful, also, and makes me do that "Oh, boooooooooys!" thing.)
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