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[theliar]

✿ how it works ✿


✿ Comment with one of your muses.
✿ Specify which muse you want of mine from THIS LIST. If you don't specify, I'll choose one for you!
✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

Comments

[getvibes]

[ Part of Pete thinks he can just curl up in a blanket and nap until the thing is over. That'll be a long nap. Probably closer to a hibernation. He knows that Myka would never let him do that though. She'd want him to suffer and be as miserable as she was. That's what best friends are for. They make you endure things they have to as well. ]

That's what I thought, lady. [ He retrieves some more bread for her. He's in the process of making his epic sandwich when she comes into the kitchen. She looks like a lost sweater model or something right now. Enough to make Pete half grin. ] I think they're fine. If anything they're having a better time than we are.

[ Though Steve and Claudia are probably miserable at the thought of being cooped up with Artie. ]

Scratch that. Claudia's probably miserable. I mean--she's locked up with Artie, Mykes. Artie.

[thedetails]

I think Claude will be fine.

[ She can't help but smirk, though. At least Claudia had Steve to balance the insanity. Myka didn't have such a buffer. ]

Would you mind saving me a little cheese? Pete, that sandwich is bigger than your head.

[ Not that she should be surprised. She hugs her arms tighter around her and stands next to him, her shoulder leaning against his. At least he is a little warm. Well, she feels warm when she's close to him, anyway, but she doesn't exactly let herself delve into why. ]