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Stealer of fire, creator of humanity (they're so FUN to play with!), unsettler of all that is settled, and happily advancing the course of SCIENCE!
Note: Any hate sent to this blog must be provided in the form of Ung Poetry or Vogon Poetry. If not, it will either be set to IGNORE or held up and laughed at, depending on how much popcorn I have on hand.
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Don’t forget we have to wake up Green Day tomorrow.
Ok just a reminder to everyone: If you’re planning on tweeting billie joe armstrong “wake up” or something tomorrow, DON’T. The song is about his father’s death and so it’s really personal and treating it like a joke isn’t the right thing to do. Plus he’s asked so many times for people to stop and no one listens so yeah. Please don’t do that.
Fred gave Squirrel Girl an amused look, then laughed. “So you do that fourth wall thing that Wade does, huh? That’s pretty wild. Hi. Want some coffee? And I think I can rustle up a few bowls of nuts for your friends.”
She giggled in return, holding out a hand, “Hi, my name’s Doreen Green, but, yeah, Squirrel Girl, ah, please don’t liken my skills to that bad, bad man, I don’t do coffee, I’m more than peppy enough, trust me there, and nuts would be very much appreciated, thank you.”
"Hi, Doreen." He took her hand and demonstrated his courtly bow and knuckle-kiss talent, then gave her a shameless grin. "So you’ve got the Mihoshi talent with doors, huh? That’s gotta be convenient. Must drive the stuffy types up the wall, though. So, I’ve heard this rumor that you know your squirrels by name. Is that true, or is it just your sidekick you know that well?"
He looked around, then snapped his fingers with an “A-ha!” expression, opened a workbench drawer, and began pulling a 50 pound burlap bag out of the drawer. “I hope you don’t mind some of my personal mix. I keep a little in my workbench for when I’m working and need to nibble. It’s got walnuts and pistachios and almonds and hazelnuts and sunflower seeds in it.”
Once the bag was out of the drawer (said drawer being about a quarter the size of the bag), he let it flop on the floor against the side of the workbench, sat, and began working on the stitching. “Sit down, relax, tell me what brings you to New York. Or did you come in through my Chicago door?”
"Tch. Incorrigible. Honestly…and there’s no way that I can keep you from it…apart from appealing to your desire to keep me from being cross with you." She pouted a little bit, lower lip protruding, giving him her own flavour of big eyes that bordered on sad. Almost.
He eeped and swallowed, wrapped his arms around her, and held her close while trying to snog the pout away from her, regardless of any whistles and catcalls.
Mmm….we’re within walking distance of the house, right? A moment later, they were standing in their upstairs bedroom, where he could continue the snogging without having to worry about the publican asking them to take it elsewhere.
The sudden quiet and dark of the bedroom made her blink and look around, and she laughed quietly once she realised what he’d done. ”I hope you paid the tab first, sweetheart…” She didn’t feel too badly about it though, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and snogged more.
He laughed and loses himself in her attention. No problems, sweetheart. I don’t think they’ll have any reason to complain. And I did it in pounds, not those nasty euros.
With that, he had much more interesting things to think about than bar tabs … like whether he’d need to put a silence field over the room for the sake of not embarrassing her.
She hurried off to work and she easily kept up with the work load, she’d been doing this for a while after all and if a customer hadn’t been treating her right well Charlie was incredibly good at insulting people without them knowing and that made her laugh. She gone to check up on Fred when his thoughts had started distracting her and she smiled softly
"It’s alright and i know, i kept seeing those thoughts of yours" she said then she squeaked and she blushed lightly kissing him back and she blushed darker and she thought of something to distract herself before she ended up kissing him "You do realize Charlie is not going to let the fact you just called a kiss delicious die right? She’s just going to keep reminding everyone"
Fred grinned shamelessly and pretended to consider the question, then called over to Charlie, “Hey, Charlie! Why not name a drink for it? It should probably have cream, and something light, but with a kick, and very definitely be sweet, but with a good strong backbone, so no one mistakes it for being a weak … ” He grinned at Jem. “… drink. Hmm… Yes, something light, like Agave Dos Mil or Bambu, Bailey’s, something sweet, maybe Sprite? That would cut the rest some, too, keep it from overpowering on the first taste. Might need a little clear syrup if it’s not sweet enough, or a little Aftershock if it’s too sweet.”
He grinned at Jem and crooked a finger to beckon her back for another kiss. You are so sweet when you blush, my love. And you deserve to be reminded, as often as possible, that you are delicious.
Jem blushed darker and she hide her face behind her hands as Charlie walked over and she laughed getting out a notepad and writing it down
"Hmm good idea, now don’t embarrass her too much she still needs to be able to work mister" Charlie said after she’d written everything down and Jem peeked at them both and Charlie walked off laughing and Jem let her hands drop and she walked over to Fred blushing darker
'Your mean' she thought to him playfully and her already dark blush darkened 'your making me blush more love'
Fred chuckled and gave her a look of adoration in response. Isn’t that my job, pet? After all, you are the most wonderful girl ever, and I feel so lucky to have you, I simply MUST keep you blushing.
He reached out and kissed her hands, then said softly, while his thoughts focused on her happiness, “I will try to not overwhelm you, treasure, as long as you think my adoring you won’t be too overwhelming.
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