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I hate my imagination
The boy’s lips curled, amusement in his dark eyes.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded.
“The funny thing is, Gwen, that I know something that you don’t.”
“Oh yes?” Gwenhyvere’s eyes flashed. “Such as what?”
“Such as who’s sleeping with your husband.” Mordred turned on his heel.
...
I do NOT need Arthurian legends invading my brain right now, GodDAMMIT.
Currently camping in my brain:
Mordred. Lucifer. Jesse. Subaru.
I managed to kick Hisoka out, thank God. And I forced Seishirou to talk for about two pages, and then he kicked up a fuss and ran off.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded.
“The funny thing is, Gwen, that I know something that you don’t.”
“Oh yes?” Gwenhyvere’s eyes flashed. “Such as what?”
“Such as who’s sleeping with your husband.” Mordred turned on his heel.
...
I do NOT need Arthurian legends invading my brain right now, GodDAMMIT.
Currently camping in my brain:
Mordred. Lucifer. Jesse. Subaru.
I managed to kick Hisoka out, thank God. And I forced Seishirou to talk for about two pages, and then he kicked up a fuss and ran off.