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trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
chroniker) wrote in trollxzibit2012-10-17 08:15 pm
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS
2. Others will comment on your characters, anonymously or logged in, suggesting ships and prompts they want you to write about.
3. Anything goes, from fluffy to smut to everything in between! Also, there is no word limit, so it can be as short or as long as you want.
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5. ALL THE SHIPPING EVER AND ALSO FEELINGS
GO GO GO AND SHIP FOR GREAT JUSTICE
also just a note BUT THIS ISN'T LIMITED TO JUST SCRIB PEOPLE you could put your character's ancestors/guardians and whatnot for the shipping too if you want to, whatever floats your boat
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He's kind of horrified, really. The way his Dad brought him up, he had always been taught to eat properly with a fork and knife, and had been berated every time he had started playing with his food. Table manners were the mark of a gentleman, his Dad had said, and Cheriour had taken it to heart.
For some odd reason, he believed that the others he would meet would be the same way. He certainly wasn't expecting this.
She was eating her food exactly like a vulture would tear at a bloody carcass it had found, hands tearing into the innards and gulping them down before helping itself to more. Cheriour almost wanted to make a comment about whether or not she had had food before they came to this place, but decided not to. That would be rude.
She looks over at him with distinct unhappiness when he speaks, not at all pleased that her gorging of her food has been interrupted. "What?"
"Oh, um..." And for some reason, he can't bring himself to correct her. If this is the way she eats, that's the way she eats. It's primitive, really, but she came from a different world. He can't blame her for that, can he? So he merely smiles, reaching over with a napkin to wipe a dab of sauce off her grey cheek.
"You just missed a spot, " he says, grinning. "That's all."
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that is pretty much exactly how she'd react to having her face-stuffing disrupted, whoops