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people asleep on the second floor
Tonight was a glorious edifice to introverts and fanpeople and our idea of an awesome Saturday night, because
ryokophoenix and I found REAL NEAPOLITAN PIZZA in Surry Hills and ate it the proper Neapolitan way, and felt both nostalgic and mildly superior to everyone else in the restaurant (as we do), and then we wandered down Oxford Street and were home by 7:40pm which is, uh, when most people START their Saturday nights.
And then I got a lot of writing done. And waved my arms at
apiphile about it.
Highlights from said arm-waving:
- By the way, do you know what I want. To exist. Somehow. ARTHUR/BILLY PRIOR.
- YES YES YES EMOTIONAL CLIMAXES ARE MINE. TAKE THAT, ARTHUR, YOU DIFFICULT PRICK.
- This was not meant to be a chaste romance. Arthur is just a FUCKING VICTORIAN MAIDEN.
Del: I feel somehow indebted to you for the phrase "techno-Hogwarts".
Me: IT HAS MOVING STAIRCASES OKAY. And -- lots of video screens.
Arthur and I are...resolving our differences. The deal is: he maintains some semblance of emotional consistency, and I don't raise the rating of the fic above PG-13. It's going swimmingly so far.
And then I got a lot of writing done. And waved my arms at
Highlights from said arm-waving:
- By the way, do you know what I want. To exist. Somehow. ARTHUR/BILLY PRIOR.
- YES YES YES EMOTIONAL CLIMAXES ARE MINE. TAKE THAT, ARTHUR, YOU DIFFICULT PRICK.
- This was not meant to be a chaste romance. Arthur is just a FUCKING VICTORIAN MAIDEN.
Del: I feel somehow indebted to you for the phrase "techno-Hogwarts".
Me: IT HAS MOVING STAIRCASES OKAY. And -- lots of video screens.
Arthur and I are...resolving our differences. The deal is: he maintains some semblance of emotional consistency, and I don't raise the rating of the fic above PG-13. It's going swimmingly so far.

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