Fic: The Prank (V/S, R)
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rugbytackleTitle: Summer Camp Spinoff: The Prank
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clocks
Pairings: SB/VM, OB/EW, Others
Rating: Probably a hard R
Warning: AU.
Notes: This is actually a spinoff, written in the lovely 'Summer Camp' universe which belongs tooften_adamanta and she so kindly allowed me to dabble in it. The fic is essentially Orlijah, but it also had VigBean and I had always wanted to write something from their point of view. This is the result :) It's also really different from anything I've written so far!
Essential reading: The original fics written byoften_adamanta:
Summer Camp
Summer Camp II: The Weekend
Beanie didn't understand why people either averted their eyes or scurried away quickly whenever he stepped out of the kitchen with his latest creation. True, he was fond of experimenting – not only with food and recipes, but also in all areas of his life – and he rather fancied himself as an artist with the kitchen as his palette. Following 'recipes' to the dot seemed stifling and fascist, and he preferred to think of recipes as 'guidelines' instead. Come to think of it, he really was a wizard in the kitchen. A dash of sugar one minute, a potful of salt the next – he never knew what he could get up to during one of his cooking frenzies.
Viggo often liked to watch him, slinking into the kitchen unnoticed and just sidling up behind Beanie to watch as he chopped vegetables with relish, humming his favourite Wagner arias. Beanie didn't mind at all, finding Viggo's presence comforting and enjoyable. He wasn't actually sure exactly when Viggo started turning up in his kitchen, just to hang out or have a beer or chat about random goings-on around the camp, but now he couldn't quite imagine a day passing without Viggo turning up with that slow, sleepy smile of his, the one that made Beanie's chest feel all warm inside.
Sure, he had heard stories about Viggo, about how the man took the phrase 'commune with nature' to another level entirely, and how he did daft things on the campgrounds all the time, even in the woods. In fact, that young scamp Orli had even left an envelope of pictures inside his pigeonhole, and they were of Viggo....well...doing stuff in the woods. The memory of those pictures brought a flush to Beanie's cheeks, and he tried not to think about how he had stared at those pictures a little too long, and how they had lingered in his mind all night, causing him to toss and turn in bed with a frustrating hard-on.
They were in the second left-hand drawer of the dresser his room now, and he idly wondered if he had time to go have another peek before dinnertime.
Unfortunately, the shrill ringing of the dinner bell brought his lecherous thoughts about his friend to a screeching halt. "Bloody 'ell," he muttered, before turning with a sigh and heading for the dining hall.
the dining hall, 7.56pm
Despite what the others said, Beanie was definitely not obsessed with the elusive raccoon. It irked him that the annoying creature was still running brazenly around the camping grounds, and it managed to craftily elude the various traps Viggo had set out for it. "We'll catch it soon," Viggo announced cheerfully, ignoring the jeers of Dom and Miranda and the rather amused looks of Orlando and Elijah. Beanie was watching them extra carefully these days, more than sure that they were plotting something. He voiced his suspicions to Viggo, who simply shrugged and said, "Whatever they throw at us, we definitely can give it back to them twice as hard."
What got Beanie thinking was not the inevitable prank that was sure to come, but the way Viggo had said the word "we". As though he and Vig were a team. Or – just maybe – an item.
He didn't know why that had gotten him so antsy. And hopeful. And feeling like a thousand butterflies were getting down and boogie-ing in his stomach like it was 1999.
the kitchen, 4.34pm
The prank had come sooner than expected, and although Beanie had been the intended recipient, there had been collateral damage. Dom, Elijah and Billy had left a pie in the kitchen, filled with the most disgusting, vile substances ever known to mankind found growing on a shower curtain. They had been hoping that Beanie would find the pie and eat a slice, thus treating himself to a hefty dose of his own medicine. However, Beanie had been out at the farmers' market that afternoon, buying fresh and exotic ingredients for his next cook-off, and it had been Viggo who unfortunately discovered the errant pie.
Beanie arrived back two hours later to find the campgrounds in chaos, with Peter climbing into the ambulance with a pale and groaning Viggo. Sick with worry, Beanie saw off the ambulance, then picked up Dom and shook him until his teeth rattled. "What did you buggers do with Viggo?" he shouted, and Billy was telling him to calm down and release Dom while Elijah was orbiting them, apologising over and over.
"Fuck, Beanie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-" Elijah was babbling, interrupted by Billy who was the only one who seemed calm and in charge.
"Alright, let's everyone not freak out, the paramedics said Viggo will just need to get his stomach pumped and it'll be fine." Billy laid a hand on Beanie's shaking shoulder.
"That's right." Astin appeared, giving Beanie a kindly smile. "He had nothing toxic, just some...bad food."
"I don't understand why you lot would even do something like that." Beanie was running a hand through his hair in distress, thinking of nothing but going to the hospital right now to see how Viggo was doing.
Dom was straightening his jacket, where Beanie had twisted it as he grabbed him earlier. "He'll be fine, seeing as to how he's survived all your cooking so far."
There was a dead silence as Beanie turned to face Dom again. "WHAT?"
Elijah looked away and Billy kept quiet, but Dom scoffed. "Oh come on, why do you think he's the only bloke who eats all your food? AND asks for seconds?
Beanie was speechless.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Dom sighed. "Just go on and see him at the hospital, yeah?"
Silent, Beanie nodded, allowing Astin to lead him to the nearest camp jeep. Then he turned around, looking rather confused. "Wait, what's wrong with my food?"
It was amazing how quickly the little crowd at the nurses' trailer dispersed, and all Beanie could do was follow Astin to the jeep, feeling tired and worried as fuck.
He hoped Viggo would be okay.
the hospital, 12.13pm
Beanie wasn't sure which was more embarrassing: the fact that he was carrying a ginormous bouquet of flowers around the hospital, or the way Dom, Elijah, Billy and Orlando were following him around and snickering behind his back. Still, he really couldn't care less about anything other than Viggo's recovery, and that was what he was here for, ignoring the other buggers.
When they reached Viggo's ward, Beanie was shocked at how pale and thin Viggo looked, in contrast to his normally tanned and robust self. He tried not to look too distressed, giving his friend the flowers and letting the others swarm around Viggo with hugs and apologies. Beanie busied himself with finding a vase for the flowers and filling it with water, while in the background he could hear Billy explaining what had happened. In the end, Beanie had to put the flowers down, because his hands were shaking so much.
"Well," he could hear Orlando say. "We should get out of your hair, really. And let you rest."
"But you guys just got here," Viggo protested.
Almost as if on cue, all four of them turned and looked at Beanie, who was standing by the window and fiddling with his fingers. "What?" he said, a little too defensively.
"Beanie was the one who really wanted to see you," Elijah informed Viggo.
"He was worried sick," Dom added.
"We'll all go get some ice-cream so you two can talk," Billy announced firmly, and with that, he led the others out of Viggo's room, turning back to give Beanie a thumbs-up before they closed the door.
There was an odd kind of silence, which was really weird because Beanie wasn't used to feeling awkward around Viggo. He was his partner-in-crime, his confidante, his Bonnie to his Clyde, his Jamie Oliver to his Anthony Bourdain. Being two of the oldest camp staff, they clicked in a way that the younger ones couldn't understand. Better yet, Viggo understood and accepted every single little oddity about him, and he had found himself doing the same willingly for Viggo. So what were they? Best mates? If that was the case, why was he having less than pure thoughts about his friend? Why did seeing Viggo so frail and thin like this make his chest ache?
"Alright, mate?" Beanie said a little awkwardly, and Viggo nodded.
"Come here," he said, patting the side of his bed. "I don't bite."
Beanie couldn't hold back a little grin. "Except for raccoons."
They both chuckled at their own little inside joke, then Beanie shifted closer and sat gingerly on the edge of Viggo's bed.
"Hey." Viggo's smile lit up his pale blue eyes.
"Hi." Beanie looked down, his face slightly flushed.
"I'll be out of here soon enough, I hope." Viggo shifted a little in his bed.
"Thank God." Beanie sighed. "That bloody raccoon's getting complacent without you around, and me being too miserable to go about catching it."
"You were miserable?" Viggo seemed surprised. "Over me?"
Beanie opened his mouth to say something, then decided there was no point in lying. "Yeah."
Viggo smiled to himself, then murmured, "No thanks to that damn pie."
"Actually, I wanted to ask. Why on earth did you eat that?"
Viggo gave him a look that could only be described as the non-verbal equivalent of 'duh'. "Because you made it." Then he winced as he sat up in bed, patting his stomach. "At least, I thought you did."
"Oh." Beanie looked down at his hands, and Viggo stared at the vase of flowers.
"I didn't know-" Beanie rubbed the back of his neck, then reached out and framed Viggo's face with his hands. He took a deep breath as he gazed into his friend's eyes. "I love you."
Viggo blinked, then pushed the flowers aside as he lunged forward to capture Sean's ready mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.
Outside Viggo's ward, 4.46pm
Orlando was watching amusedly as Elijah kept trying to steal licks of his coconut sorbet, while Billy and Dom were discussing the crippling effects of brain freeze. As they were reaching the ward, Dom stopped them all and bravely said, "Let me go forth and ensure it is safe to proceed." Ignoring Billy rolling his eyes, Dom stood on tip-toe and peeped through the glass window of Viggo's door.
"Oh, for the love of- UGH!" Dom backed away in disgust, almost slamming into Billy behind him.
"What? What?" Billy craned his neck to see for himself, then grimaced. "Aye, looks like the love fest has begun."
"Eep." Elijah quickly hid behind Orlando. "We uh, don't need to see that."
"Nuh uh." Orlando shook his head firmly.
"Come on, let them do their thing," Dom suggested. "There's so much more to do back at camp."
"Yeah," Orlando agreed, smiling as he watched Elijah savouring his coconut sorbet fervently. "There is."
the kitchen, 11.02am
Beanie was happily trying out a new 'recipe' which was supposed to be some kind of vegetable frittata served with marinara sauce, but he had decided to be creative and switch the marinara for squid ink instead. It lent the batter a rich black hue that he was sure looked appetizing. At least, in Viggo's opinion anyway. Still, it was hard for him to concentrate on cooking, what with the way Viggo was kissing his neck like that.
"Come on, Vig," he murmured, purring a little when Viggo kissed the exact spot right below his left ear. "The kids are going to see."
"No they're not." Viggo's voice was low and husky, breathing right into Beanie's ear. "It's the weekend, Sean, there's no one around but the staff."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Beanie made the mistake of turning and meeting Viggo's gaze, his pupils so dilated with lust and pleasure that Beanie completely forgot all about his precious pitch black frittata mixture.
"Think we can steal away for a little private moment?"
"Lead the way, you charmer you."
the pool, 11.17am
They were sneaking out to their usual hideout behind the pool house when they spotted Dom noisily making his way to the pool, and Viggo ducked into the girls' shower rooms, pulling Beanie inside with him. Beanie tried to protest, but it was difficult for him to do so with Viggo's mouth silencing him like that, and soon enough, it was impossible to think about nothing but the way Viggo's hands were sliding down his hips, then Viggo was backing him up against the wall and getting down on his knees...
"Fuck," Beanie moaned, his fingers threading through Viggo's hair as he nuzzled Beanie's half-hard erection through the fabric of his shorts. "Vig..."
Suddenly there was a squeak from somewhere outside, and they both stilled, although Viggo was still willingly pressed against Beanie's equally willing erection.
"I heard it! The raccoon! I'm going to go get it, Viggo. Let go," Beanie growled, but Viggo just grinned up at him.
"Sean, just let it go," Viggo murmured, tugging down Beanie's trousers and staring appreciatively. "I've got something else I want to catch."
The sounds of running footsteps were barely heard as Beanie groaned loudly, the back of his head hitting the shower tiles, the distraction providing Orlando and Elijah with a quick and safe escape.
THE END
Author:
clocksPairings: SB/VM, OB/EW, Others
Rating: Probably a hard R
Warning: AU.
Notes: This is actually a spinoff, written in the lovely 'Summer Camp' universe which belongs to
often_adamanta and she so kindly allowed me to dabble in it. The fic is essentially Orlijah, but it also had VigBean and I had always wanted to write something from their point of view. This is the result :) It's also really different from anything I've written so far!Essential reading: The original fics written by
often_adamanta: Summer Camp
Summer Camp II: The Weekend
Beanie didn't understand why people either averted their eyes or scurried away quickly whenever he stepped out of the kitchen with his latest creation. True, he was fond of experimenting – not only with food and recipes, but also in all areas of his life – and he rather fancied himself as an artist with the kitchen as his palette. Following 'recipes' to the dot seemed stifling and fascist, and he preferred to think of recipes as 'guidelines' instead. Come to think of it, he really was a wizard in the kitchen. A dash of sugar one minute, a potful of salt the next – he never knew what he could get up to during one of his cooking frenzies.
Viggo often liked to watch him, slinking into the kitchen unnoticed and just sidling up behind Beanie to watch as he chopped vegetables with relish, humming his favourite Wagner arias. Beanie didn't mind at all, finding Viggo's presence comforting and enjoyable. He wasn't actually sure exactly when Viggo started turning up in his kitchen, just to hang out or have a beer or chat about random goings-on around the camp, but now he couldn't quite imagine a day passing without Viggo turning up with that slow, sleepy smile of his, the one that made Beanie's chest feel all warm inside.
Sure, he had heard stories about Viggo, about how the man took the phrase 'commune with nature' to another level entirely, and how he did daft things on the campgrounds all the time, even in the woods. In fact, that young scamp Orli had even left an envelope of pictures inside his pigeonhole, and they were of Viggo....well...doing stuff in the woods. The memory of those pictures brought a flush to Beanie's cheeks, and he tried not to think about how he had stared at those pictures a little too long, and how they had lingered in his mind all night, causing him to toss and turn in bed with a frustrating hard-on.
They were in the second left-hand drawer of the dresser his room now, and he idly wondered if he had time to go have another peek before dinnertime.
Unfortunately, the shrill ringing of the dinner bell brought his lecherous thoughts about his friend to a screeching halt. "Bloody 'ell," he muttered, before turning with a sigh and heading for the dining hall.
the dining hall, 7.56pm
Despite what the others said, Beanie was definitely not obsessed with the elusive raccoon. It irked him that the annoying creature was still running brazenly around the camping grounds, and it managed to craftily elude the various traps Viggo had set out for it. "We'll catch it soon," Viggo announced cheerfully, ignoring the jeers of Dom and Miranda and the rather amused looks of Orlando and Elijah. Beanie was watching them extra carefully these days, more than sure that they were plotting something. He voiced his suspicions to Viggo, who simply shrugged and said, "Whatever they throw at us, we definitely can give it back to them twice as hard."
What got Beanie thinking was not the inevitable prank that was sure to come, but the way Viggo had said the word "we". As though he and Vig were a team. Or – just maybe – an item.
He didn't know why that had gotten him so antsy. And hopeful. And feeling like a thousand butterflies were getting down and boogie-ing in his stomach like it was 1999.
the kitchen, 4.34pm
The prank had come sooner than expected, and although Beanie had been the intended recipient, there had been collateral damage. Dom, Elijah and Billy had left a pie in the kitchen, filled with the most disgusting, vile substances ever known to mankind found growing on a shower curtain. They had been hoping that Beanie would find the pie and eat a slice, thus treating himself to a hefty dose of his own medicine. However, Beanie had been out at the farmers' market that afternoon, buying fresh and exotic ingredients for his next cook-off, and it had been Viggo who unfortunately discovered the errant pie.
Beanie arrived back two hours later to find the campgrounds in chaos, with Peter climbing into the ambulance with a pale and groaning Viggo. Sick with worry, Beanie saw off the ambulance, then picked up Dom and shook him until his teeth rattled. "What did you buggers do with Viggo?" he shouted, and Billy was telling him to calm down and release Dom while Elijah was orbiting them, apologising over and over.
"Fuck, Beanie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-" Elijah was babbling, interrupted by Billy who was the only one who seemed calm and in charge.
"Alright, let's everyone not freak out, the paramedics said Viggo will just need to get his stomach pumped and it'll be fine." Billy laid a hand on Beanie's shaking shoulder.
"That's right." Astin appeared, giving Beanie a kindly smile. "He had nothing toxic, just some...bad food."
"I don't understand why you lot would even do something like that." Beanie was running a hand through his hair in distress, thinking of nothing but going to the hospital right now to see how Viggo was doing.
Dom was straightening his jacket, where Beanie had twisted it as he grabbed him earlier. "He'll be fine, seeing as to how he's survived all your cooking so far."
There was a dead silence as Beanie turned to face Dom again. "WHAT?"
Elijah looked away and Billy kept quiet, but Dom scoffed. "Oh come on, why do you think he's the only bloke who eats all your food? AND asks for seconds?
Beanie was speechless.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Dom sighed. "Just go on and see him at the hospital, yeah?"
Silent, Beanie nodded, allowing Astin to lead him to the nearest camp jeep. Then he turned around, looking rather confused. "Wait, what's wrong with my food?"
It was amazing how quickly the little crowd at the nurses' trailer dispersed, and all Beanie could do was follow Astin to the jeep, feeling tired and worried as fuck.
He hoped Viggo would be okay.
the hospital, 12.13pm
Beanie wasn't sure which was more embarrassing: the fact that he was carrying a ginormous bouquet of flowers around the hospital, or the way Dom, Elijah, Billy and Orlando were following him around and snickering behind his back. Still, he really couldn't care less about anything other than Viggo's recovery, and that was what he was here for, ignoring the other buggers.
When they reached Viggo's ward, Beanie was shocked at how pale and thin Viggo looked, in contrast to his normally tanned and robust self. He tried not to look too distressed, giving his friend the flowers and letting the others swarm around Viggo with hugs and apologies. Beanie busied himself with finding a vase for the flowers and filling it with water, while in the background he could hear Billy explaining what had happened. In the end, Beanie had to put the flowers down, because his hands were shaking so much.
"Well," he could hear Orlando say. "We should get out of your hair, really. And let you rest."
"But you guys just got here," Viggo protested.
Almost as if on cue, all four of them turned and looked at Beanie, who was standing by the window and fiddling with his fingers. "What?" he said, a little too defensively.
"Beanie was the one who really wanted to see you," Elijah informed Viggo.
"He was worried sick," Dom added.
"We'll all go get some ice-cream so you two can talk," Billy announced firmly, and with that, he led the others out of Viggo's room, turning back to give Beanie a thumbs-up before they closed the door.
There was an odd kind of silence, which was really weird because Beanie wasn't used to feeling awkward around Viggo. He was his partner-in-crime, his confidante, his Bonnie to his Clyde, his Jamie Oliver to his Anthony Bourdain. Being two of the oldest camp staff, they clicked in a way that the younger ones couldn't understand. Better yet, Viggo understood and accepted every single little oddity about him, and he had found himself doing the same willingly for Viggo. So what were they? Best mates? If that was the case, why was he having less than pure thoughts about his friend? Why did seeing Viggo so frail and thin like this make his chest ache?
"Alright, mate?" Beanie said a little awkwardly, and Viggo nodded.
"Come here," he said, patting the side of his bed. "I don't bite."
Beanie couldn't hold back a little grin. "Except for raccoons."
They both chuckled at their own little inside joke, then Beanie shifted closer and sat gingerly on the edge of Viggo's bed.
"Hey." Viggo's smile lit up his pale blue eyes.
"Hi." Beanie looked down, his face slightly flushed.
"I'll be out of here soon enough, I hope." Viggo shifted a little in his bed.
"Thank God." Beanie sighed. "That bloody raccoon's getting complacent without you around, and me being too miserable to go about catching it."
"You were miserable?" Viggo seemed surprised. "Over me?"
Beanie opened his mouth to say something, then decided there was no point in lying. "Yeah."
Viggo smiled to himself, then murmured, "No thanks to that damn pie."
"Actually, I wanted to ask. Why on earth did you eat that?"
Viggo gave him a look that could only be described as the non-verbal equivalent of 'duh'. "Because you made it." Then he winced as he sat up in bed, patting his stomach. "At least, I thought you did."
"Oh." Beanie looked down at his hands, and Viggo stared at the vase of flowers.
"I didn't know-" Beanie rubbed the back of his neck, then reached out and framed Viggo's face with his hands. He took a deep breath as he gazed into his friend's eyes. "I love you."
Viggo blinked, then pushed the flowers aside as he lunged forward to capture Sean's ready mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.
Outside Viggo's ward, 4.46pm
Orlando was watching amusedly as Elijah kept trying to steal licks of his coconut sorbet, while Billy and Dom were discussing the crippling effects of brain freeze. As they were reaching the ward, Dom stopped them all and bravely said, "Let me go forth and ensure it is safe to proceed." Ignoring Billy rolling his eyes, Dom stood on tip-toe and peeped through the glass window of Viggo's door.
"Oh, for the love of- UGH!" Dom backed away in disgust, almost slamming into Billy behind him.
"What? What?" Billy craned his neck to see for himself, then grimaced. "Aye, looks like the love fest has begun."
"Eep." Elijah quickly hid behind Orlando. "We uh, don't need to see that."
"Nuh uh." Orlando shook his head firmly.
"Come on, let them do their thing," Dom suggested. "There's so much more to do back at camp."
"Yeah," Orlando agreed, smiling as he watched Elijah savouring his coconut sorbet fervently. "There is."
the kitchen, 11.02am
Beanie was happily trying out a new 'recipe' which was supposed to be some kind of vegetable frittata served with marinara sauce, but he had decided to be creative and switch the marinara for squid ink instead. It lent the batter a rich black hue that he was sure looked appetizing. At least, in Viggo's opinion anyway. Still, it was hard for him to concentrate on cooking, what with the way Viggo was kissing his neck like that.
"Come on, Vig," he murmured, purring a little when Viggo kissed the exact spot right below his left ear. "The kids are going to see."
"No they're not." Viggo's voice was low and husky, breathing right into Beanie's ear. "It's the weekend, Sean, there's no one around but the staff."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Beanie made the mistake of turning and meeting Viggo's gaze, his pupils so dilated with lust and pleasure that Beanie completely forgot all about his precious pitch black frittata mixture.
"Think we can steal away for a little private moment?"
"Lead the way, you charmer you."
the pool, 11.17am
They were sneaking out to their usual hideout behind the pool house when they spotted Dom noisily making his way to the pool, and Viggo ducked into the girls' shower rooms, pulling Beanie inside with him. Beanie tried to protest, but it was difficult for him to do so with Viggo's mouth silencing him like that, and soon enough, it was impossible to think about nothing but the way Viggo's hands were sliding down his hips, then Viggo was backing him up against the wall and getting down on his knees...
"Fuck," Beanie moaned, his fingers threading through Viggo's hair as he nuzzled Beanie's half-hard erection through the fabric of his shorts. "Vig..."
Suddenly there was a squeak from somewhere outside, and they both stilled, although Viggo was still willingly pressed against Beanie's equally willing erection.
"I heard it! The raccoon! I'm going to go get it, Viggo. Let go," Beanie growled, but Viggo just grinned up at him.
"Sean, just let it go," Viggo murmured, tugging down Beanie's trousers and staring appreciatively. "I've got something else I want to catch."
The sounds of running footsteps were barely heard as Beanie groaned loudly, the back of his head hitting the shower tiles, the distraction providing Orlando and Elijah with a quick and safe escape.
THE END
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Date: 2008-03-03 08:32 pm (UTC)Wonderfully written! Funny and sweet and lovely!
You're fantastic, baby! I love your "adorable" Beanie and your lovely and kind Viggo!
It was a great pleasure reading your story, something I really needed!!!
Thank you so much, honey!
*hugs you tight*. Anto.
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Date: 2008-03-06 05:50 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and for your kind comments, hun! It always makes my day to hear from you :)
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Date: 2008-03-03 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 05:52 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2008-03-06 05:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for letting me borrow your little universe for a while!
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Date: 2008-03-05 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 05:56 pm (UTC)I just sent you a message but I'll be sending another one along quite soon.
In the meantime, thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2008-03-14 07:41 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2008-03-15 08:42 pm (UTC)Thank you soooooo much for reading and commenting! *gropes you most indecently*