Everybody else is doing it, why can't we?

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What kind of day is today? Today is the day that I locked my purse in my desk, with the key to the desk inside. Impressive, no?

As seen on, oh, everybody else's LJ:

If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?

Naturally, no writing contract is binding until it's signed in blood and payment of naked Adrian Pasdars or blindingly awesome cover art has been received in full.

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He'd be so persistent, it would remind Nathan of Peter in way -- before the bomb and Peter's abilities and Claire and fifteen thousand other things. Peter doesn't have to be persistent anymore, anything he wants now, he just makes happen. He doesn't ask Nathan for things , now he just tells Nathan what he's done. A lot of the time he doesn't even do that. This Landry though, with his invisible eyebrows and intractable manner, he's Peter-like. He makes Nathan look around to where Claire's cheerleading and Peter's in the stands, talking to girls Claire's age.

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*giggles manically*

is this the start of a fic?

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Absolutely NOT. I was just drabbling for you.

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oh well, *sigh*

Thank you though. <3

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I see you trying to be all tricksy. Nathan thinking he got away from Landry by hiding underneath the stands, and then Landry finding him anyway, and Peter laughing from afar.