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Kristin (aka) Butters ([info]snwpnitsirk) wrote,
@ 2009-03-02 17:48:00


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You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a color, and I'll give you a sentence paragraph.

I'm a sheep.

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[info]crocketed
2009-03-03 01:37 am UTC (link)
Evan & Mackenzie - gold

Fabian & Bess - yellow

Fabian anddd GLENY lmao - blue

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[info]snwpnitsirk
2009-03-04 09:47 am UTC (link)
“…blue?” “Mhmm. Blue.” “…like…blue blue, or-…“ “-…oh for goodness sake, Fabian, it’s blue!” Fabian groaned as he reached up to touch the bruise that had apparently formed on his shoulder. He stepped away from Gleny, the first person who he had run into since practice (she and Gideon had been visiting), and moved through the house to get to the bathroom, twisting to get a look at his wound into the mirror. “…I think it’s more of a purple.” Fabian immediately grinned as he listened to his sister-in-law huff. He had only disagreed with her to get that reaction out of her.

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[info]snwpnitsirk
2009-03-04 10:09 am UTC (link)
“Can you help me with this?” Mackenzie dangled the piece of jewelry out in front of her, giving Evan a thankful smile as he rose to his feet, giving a nod of his head while reaching out for the necklace. She turned around, and held her hair up, allowing Evan to get a better view of the gold chain that she needed help clasping. “…I’m really glad you came.” “I’m only here because you asked me to be.” Evan said quietly, finishing what he was doing. Mack let her brunette strands fall back down across her shoulders, turning around to face him, having to tilt her head back to look at him, giving him another smile despite his disappointing come back. “Well, I don’t get to see all of my friends in one place very often, you know.” With that she reached up to adjust his tie, looking away from those intense eyes of his. “It’s not all that bad, is it?” “…Mackenzie…I’m at a fiesta, hosted by people I can’t even stand. Believe me. It’s that bad.”

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