*points*

Right, anyone for a road trip to America?
Not road. Air. However the hell, I WANT TO GO TO AN AMERICAN CON!!! Look at the sword stand... *dies in violent-child joy*

Attempted to make Mars Bar slice. Sort of failed due to over-large pan. Slice is very thin. Ah well. All of moderation day to eat it and watch evangelion and be happy.

Chem is over. Wasn't too bad. Think I stuffed two questions, but that's not a disaster. About to go eat lasagna. Shields over 17000 words. _persephone is about to walk out on aristarque and start her own fashion label.

Watch me drift along in my vaguely happy state...

pure and pointless FLUFF

Wheeee. Witness my lack of anything worthwhile, ie. actual PLOT, produced. This just sort of fell out of my head and will most likely be stuck at the beginning of Shifting Sands, though I've written it so it can stand alone as well. Not sure if I should post it to my YnM fic communities or not, as it may yet be part of another long-fic.

Anyway, please read, and enjoy the fluff! No spoilers really, unless you REALLY don't want to know whether Shields has a happy ending or not, just plain and simple Tsu/Hi goodness.

( Catch )

Oh yeah. Stuff in italics is telepathy-type mind speech.