...that Amaya (a.k.a. Key of Ra) shared with me. I especially like the one about so much of one's magic being useless. Seriously, how often do you Slow, Sleep or Confuse a monster?
September 1st, 2008
Because I like that word. Blathering. Rhymes with slathering, which is what Zack would not let me do to his nude body with the chocolate I so meticulously melted. Sorry, Marchwarden. I did try to send you a candy-coated SOLDIER-gram. Now Angeal is holding him away from me and giving me the you've-been-naughty-but-not-the-kind-I-punish glare.
Zack: "Uh, Angeal, can you maybe wait till I'm less naked to do the body-shielding thing?"
Angeal: "Oh, right. Of course. Damn it."
Zack: "What?"
Angeal: "Nothing, Pup. Here, your pajamas, the ones with tonberries."
Because tonberries are badass, as Ardwynna's Zack will tell you if you get him in a sufficiently-embarrassing underwear situation. I've wandered off-topic, haven't I?
Cloud: "I have cactuar pajamas!"
Yes, baby, you do. Okay, so I've finished the latest Decorum, the next installment in the how-Sephy-and-Zack-got-to-do-the-naughty arc, and now I can take another break and do the next one as pure romp of fun with elevators! One elevator, rather.
Zack: "AGH! Elevators BAD!"
No Angeal-sex this time, sadly, Zacky. It's mostly an excuse to bring in some of my favorite and most popular guest characters, like Zane, a.k.a. the Chococbo-F*cker. And who doesn't love a man with a hobby like that, seriously? Apparently I'm not the only freak out there.
On the Madness front, I broke through my most recent block and have nearly finished the writing on chapter...43, I think? After that, only two more to write. Forget my readers, I'm gonna be a basket case when I don't have this story anymore. Will anyone but Cloud allow me to squeeze them?
Sephy-Pants: "..."
Angeal: "I doubt you could get your arms around me, little girl."
Zack: "Don't look at me."
Cloud: "Do you want to hold my kitten?"
*smile* Sure, sweetie.