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Well, hopefully brain eating zombies stick to brains, Kuma-chan. I don't think Shuichi really needs his bits gnawed off by an undead zipper, na no da.
*snickerSNORT*ROTFLMAO*
The rest of that morning and afternoon is fairly uneventful. Shuichi ate some of the cracker things and drank some orange soda while we both listened to Ten expound on cattle mutilations near someplace called Taos, New Mexico. I know this means that Ten isn't mad at us, and that he really likes Shuichi now. My bodyguard doesn't explain the intricacies of extra-terrestrial anal probing to just anyone.
*snickerCOUGHwheeze*
Damn, this fic is going to kill me! (I'm still trying to shake the last of the crud from my lungs.)
*snickerSNORT*ROTFLMAO*
The rest of that morning and afternoon is fairly uneventful. Shuichi ate some of the cracker things and drank some orange soda while we both listened to Ten expound on cattle mutilations near someplace called Taos, New Mexico. I know this means that Ten isn't mad at us, and that he really likes Shuichi now. My bodyguard doesn't explain the intricacies of extra-terrestrial anal probing to just anyone.
*snickerCOUGHwheeze*
Damn, this fic is going to kill me! (I'm still trying to shake the last of the crud from my lungs.)