Ahh, inspiration.
So, over the course of the past couple of days, JJ has variously poked at, played with, seriously worked on, and firmly attacked himself to no fewer than four separate bunnies. Two I want to work on and finish. One of them I had to gently but firmly take away from him. The last one, I tried to take away from him but it bit me and snuggled under his chin.
Yep, this is the bunny-magnet JJ muse I remember.
Yep, this is the bunny-magnet JJ muse I remember.
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Um. Yes. ...If you agree to beta it for me! (See how cleverly I handled that? Huh, huh? XD)
It's a vignette, so I'm trying to force it out tonight - and I'm afraid it might be getting a little OOC because my inner poet is trying to take over the narrative even though it's JJ first person POV. Just a warning.
OOC in a too-angsty-for-JJ kind of way? I can understand that. Imagine what I'm going through with Common Ground. I had JJ shoot Drake. O_x JJ angst is difficult to deal with, so no worries, I won't berate you on that account.
Anyway, yes, blankies are recommended, as well as hot cocoa and soft fluffy things to hug.
Hmm. *grabs Drake and snuggles* This'll do nicely. Drake *is*, after all, the teddyest man to walk this earth. Aw, JJ, don't glare at me like that - there's room for you, too.
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And.... yeah. Too angsty for JJ, and too angsty for *Dee*, although the circumstances are kind of extreme. And a little bit purple/melodramatic, although honestly I don't care anymore, I just want it OUT.
Aww, I want a Drake to hug too. C'mere, Drake. Comfort me.
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Yeah. No more lemon beer for Neeks.
And.... yeah. Too angsty for JJ, and too angsty for *Dee*, although the circumstances are kind of extreme. And a little bit purple/melodramatic, although honestly I don't care anymore, I just want it OUT.
Whoa. O_o W-what is going on? What circumstances? No, wait, don't tell me. Just gimme the fic. I have to know now.
Aww, I want a Drake to hug too. C'mere, Drake. Comfort me.
But of course. There's plenty of Drake to go around. Here you go. *nudges Drake*
Drake: You know, I feel I'm being treated like a--
Hush, silly, of course not.
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