Odd Duck A1, Monday night
Aug. 11th, 2008 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withoutveronaRomeo was sprawled on his bed writing in his poetry journal, and wondering if bunnies could read.
Of course, the bunny his girlfriend had become had chomped through half a bag of pretzels, curled up in a little shoebox nest he had made for her and gone to sleep, so the point was moot. But it was still something to ponder.
[OOC: Open!]
Of course, the bunny his girlfriend had become had chomped through half a bag of pretzels, curled up in a little shoebox nest he had made for her and gone to sleep, so the point was moot. But it was still something to ponder.
[OOC: Open!]
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Date: 2008-08-12 05:17 pm (UTC)He was big on goggle-kinetics?
... Maybe not.
"I don't know," he replied, and there he went all over again, shrugging. "I'll sleep on it or somethin'. Maybe figure out... Stuff."
Maybe figure out what had set it all off in the first place. That would be nice.
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Date: 2008-08-12 05:33 pm (UTC)