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Tell me where all past years are, or who cleft the devil's foot...
Am home now. Tired. For some reason, my right arm from elbow to fingertips aches like hell. No bruising or anything at all that I can see. It just aches. Made driving so very fun.
But I got to see Drea and Aj and Timey. All is lovely.
And so I won't forget it, since I'm too lazy to open notepad, I'm about to type in a bit of Pete and Kitty from the TimeyTT&Tverse fic I'm working on. Hit me during the drive.
They'd been shovelling Pete's trash for what felt like too long. Tense silence having fallen after the last little outburst. Kitty sensed that Pete still exuded an almost self-righteous air, as if *he* were the one wronged.
For a time she let it pass. But then he started humming something under his breath, and it snapped her tenuous hold. "Y'know, Pete, I have to say, you have NO fucking high horse to stand on."
"Oh?"
"For one thing, *I* never walked out on something without trying to fix it."
He raised an eyebrow at her, "Not like you tried to stop me."
"What could I have done, knocked you over and sat on your chest?" She snorted, "I learned violence wasn't the answer a long time ago."
"Might've been an option. If you'd really loved me."
"Not an issue." She snapped.
"You mentioned it."
"Because you're a smug self-righteous git."
He smirked, "I taught you that word."
"You also taught me this." She slammed her fist into his solar plexus, then followed it up by raking her fingernails across his throat.
He coughed. "So I did."
-009-09-0
Anyway. Should sleep. Hands hurt.
But I got to see Drea and Aj and Timey. All is lovely.
And so I won't forget it, since I'm too lazy to open notepad, I'm about to type in a bit of Pete and Kitty from the TimeyTT&Tverse fic I'm working on. Hit me during the drive.
They'd been shovelling Pete's trash for what felt like too long. Tense silence having fallen after the last little outburst. Kitty sensed that Pete still exuded an almost self-righteous air, as if *he* were the one wronged.
For a time she let it pass. But then he started humming something under his breath, and it snapped her tenuous hold. "Y'know, Pete, I have to say, you have NO fucking high horse to stand on."
"Oh?"
"For one thing, *I* never walked out on something without trying to fix it."
He raised an eyebrow at her, "Not like you tried to stop me."
"What could I have done, knocked you over and sat on your chest?" She snorted, "I learned violence wasn't the answer a long time ago."
"Might've been an option. If you'd really loved me."
"Not an issue." She snapped.
"You mentioned it."
"Because you're a smug self-righteous git."
He smirked, "I taught you that word."
"You also taught me this." She slammed her fist into his solar plexus, then followed it up by raking her fingernails across his throat.
He coughed. "So I did."
-009-09-0
Anyway. Should sleep. Hands hurt.