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I just wanted to say that humble beginnings are so very nice.

I just wanted to say that Sebbie's content-dozing-cat impression is so very adorable.

"Course I got better after YOU left." Smooth.

*snickers* Thankfully she's not quite as eager to pick out stuff like that.

(Or maybe I'm just slow.)

Just for fun.

Read first: confusing Sebbieness

Anke: he breaks my brain
Snog: How?
Anke: The whole "THAT is an act, now I'm not acting, so I shouldn't be doing THIS", if I even understand it correctly.
Snog: Oh no.
Snog: "Okay, good, that wasn't an act. Shouldn't I be worried that there's no act? Oh, maybe not. It's just ME. Yes. Yeah. Okay."
Snog: Oh, riiiight.
Anke: poor messed up sod, anyway
Snog: Yes, he does worry about joking. "Joking = usually Hat. Hat not good here. Was that too Hatty? Nope! Good!"
Snog: He gives me headaches sometimes. Too many layers going on at the same time...
Anke: Poor messed up Snog's brain, too
Snog: Nah. It's a sewer anyway.
* Anke makes the final decision NOT to include anything on the lines of "So you're not waiting for it to fall out?"

Regarding leaking information...

The worst so far would be that Nico knows the chicken-deterrent talisman was for Sebastian (she more or less figured that out herself). When she asked, Sylvie told her something he said led her to think he might dislike chickens.

And that's it, basically.

[returns to staring at the post trying to figure out what to reply]

Win! (I giggled.)

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quote:

They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

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Psst... "lives of a life laziness"

Lalala! *fixes*

Snog, I wasn't sure if Sebbie'd go on; if not, I can add to the post, or we can jump ahead a bit again.

He won't.

I'm enjoying his little "nooo, must quell Hattish urges!" hints. Not sure why. *g*

I wonder how long he can keep it up...

Not long, I hope.

I've been suffering greatly from the long-term drought of Hattishness.

And I.

What about him?

He says he wants to have words with me in a place where nobody can hear me scream.

I suspect he'll receive the standard offer of help there, along with a countersuggestion that sound insulation, while tidier, would be detrimental to the general deterrent effect upon other authors.

Also, if you need a hideout, we have a sofa free.

*flees*

IIIIHIHIHIHI