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Well, at this moment in time I could give you odds on that happening and they aren't pretty. Perhaps eventually but right now my muses, bitches that they are are being.... unreasonable... highly unreasonable...
First came the postcard from Tahiti when they up and decided to take a vacation without me, right in the middle of a lemon I was already working on. If that wasn't annoying enough there was the doodle on said postcard, the muses giving me the finger. Of course that lemon still isn't finished, but I am trying to figure out who the third muse who signed the damned thing belongs to. That bitch mooned me, she must pay.
Then my wayward muses walked in the door last night looking entirely too tanned for my liking and all smiles. When I broke out my electric shock therapy kit complete with nipple clamps and all they screamed, we'll work, we'll work!
on a Hiei/Sniper.... Sniper of all people. "I stabbed you with my sword now I'm going to stab you with something else." Holy shit I've lost what little sanity I had left. Now I must go through the horrors of finding a plot bunny that doesn't sound silly.
send help please... I fear I'm done for.
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