Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

Comments

Re: Method

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

John’s eyes bugged out more than just a little. “Okay, okay, stop,” he said, and David slid back against his chair, his body relaxing, his lips quirking inevitably upward into a smirk.

Oddly, he thought John’s reaction was one of the best compliments he had ever received.

“No, really, you can stop,” John said.

David blinked. “Oh, right, the smugness. No, right now, that’s all me.”

John looked like he couldn’t decide between being disturbed and amused, which seemed about right.

“You’re not what I would have expected,” he said, after a minute. “I mean, not that I would have expected any of this.”

“Right.” David chuckled. “Aliens, intergalactic space travel, yes, check. This Is Your Life airing Fridays at nine on the Sci-Fi Channel, not so much.”

John frowned. “Wait, we’re on the Sci-Fi Channel?” A nod. John’s lip jutted out. “I think I’m vaguely insulted.”

David rolled his eyes, used to this.

John was scratching at his head, absently. “What about us?” he said casually, like he was a little curious, not needing an answer. “Are we what you would have expected?”

“Yes,” David said, decisively. Then just as decisively, “No.”

That seemed about right, too.

***

More when I get back from my exciting day's adventures in excitement! That is, unless you want a go... *hopeful eyebrow*

Re: Method

[amireal.livejournal.com]

It's all you hon. I'll let it all fester and grow in my brain for a bit.

*bows and waits*

Re: Method

[amireal.livejournal.com]

*pines for more fic*

Re: Method

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry! I ended up being out and away from the internet all day yesterday, and today I have to have to have to write this essay before I do anything else. Er, aside from respond to this comment, apparently.

Re: Method

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I figured something like that happened. S'cool, yesterday was a day for me too.

We'll see who lets inspiration strike first.

*is secretly holding out for you*