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not_in_the_book) wrote2011-12-08 09:31 pm
not_in_the_book) wrote2011-12-08 09:31 pm
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33 Apocalypse Ave, Thursday Evening
After the meeting at the town hall, Ronan sat at his kitchen table, planning. "So I'm thinking water guns," he said. "And maybe balloons? But water guns probably mean better aim."
On the stove, he already had a pot of cocoa simmering, and the ingredients for chocolate pudding where out on the counter. Someone was taking the 'they can't handle taste' thing to heart, yes.
[Expecting one of the temporary roommates, but open for all, or for anyone else who'd be coming by!]
On the stove, he already had a pot of cocoa simmering, and the ingredients for chocolate pudding where out on the counter. Someone was taking the 'they can't handle taste' thing to heart, yes.
[Expecting one of the temporary roommates, but open for all, or for anyone else who'd be coming by!]