[For Eden]

Jun. 20th, 2008 07:10 pm
segaboybrodie: (Small Price to Pay)
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Despite the fact that Brodie was still kinda pissed that some other guy had thrown his girlfriend a birthday party, he could find solace in the fact that he was the one who was gonna come out on top that day. And not just in the non-metaphorical sense of the phrase.

Because he, Brodie Bruce had gone to great fucking lengths to get her a present that no one else could produce. Great fucking lengths meaning that he'd traded his non-rugged good looks for it, because apparently Mrs. Holden McNeil had some kind of BEARD FETTISH. Goddamn was he gonna miss shaving and not looking like a hobo. Or a wizard, depending on how sadistic Banky was.

But he was pretty sure that it'd be worth it, because not only had he REMEMBERED that shit, but he'd actually put some THOUGHT into it. Not romantic, his ass.

So despite being completely fucking sober as he left the hippie bus with Eden, Brodie was trying to conceal the grin that kept threatening to show up and make him look like an idiot.

Date: 2008-06-21 05:36 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (You're the storm that I believe in.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
It had been a good party, in large part because Eden had never really expected to have one in the first place. Penny had been sweet to remember and Gideon to help, and between that and the cake and everyone celebrating, she found herself walking home in a cheerful haze. The conversation with Gideon about what she'd done at home had only dented her mood a little in the long run. Yeah, she'd been what she'd been, and it bothered her still, and some of it lingered behind, but it felt more and more like something she could leave where it belonged -- in the past. Walking back to her place with Brodie actually felt like going home. It was a good feeling, whatever had come before.

She grinned, looking at him across a half-raised shoulder. "So you made it through a whole evening on the hippie bus in one piece. Congratulations."

Date: 2008-06-21 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Brodie couldn't help but think that maybe THAT should have been his birthday present, because fuck if he hadn't wanted to deck that Clementine chick a time or two.

He shrugged. "What can I say? I know how to adapt." Brodie said. Like the motherfucking Batman, he'd been all Bruce Wayne when he would have rather chucked a Bat-a-rang at a few people. He was mostly just glad that Eden hadn't wanted to spend the night there. Cause even though he would have done it, he sure as hell wouldn't have been happy about it.

Odds were, he would have woken up to find someone had written shit on his forehead. Or drawn a mustache on the Fantastic Four on his t-shirt.

Fucking savages.

Date: 2008-06-21 08:09 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Burning brighter than sunshine.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"An evolutionary miracle," Eden deadpanned. It was a nice night, thankfully, given the walk between Doris and her hut. She gotten used to the island humidity at last, at least for the most part. "I do prefer it when there aren't any fights at my parties."

It probably hadn't hurt that Gideon seemed to keep Penny pretty distracted. She'd never thought about them getting together, but it was working out surprisingly well now that they had. That, and it was fun to tease Penny about her new monogamous tendencies.

Date: 2008-06-21 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Free entertainment, if you ask me," Brodie said, and it wasn't clear whether or not he was serious or just bullshitting like he did so much of the time. But he wouldn't be lying if he'd said that it wasn't goddamn entertaining whenever two guys had gotten into it at one of Sean Hartle's parties back in Jersey.

"Better than a CLOWN or petting zoo or some shit."

Not that she'd had either at her party or Brodie had thought that Eden would WANT either at a party, but those were the facts, as far as Brodie was concerned.

Date: 2008-06-22 12:41 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Everybody knows I'm in over my head.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"If anyone ever hires me a clown or a - a llama for my birthday?" Eden said, arching an eyebrow. "Remind me to get new friends."

Even as a kid, no party had struck her as better than a clown party. Those things were creepy. She wasn't entirely sure why and she wasn't about to say so, but they were. At least it wasn't an option here. She wouldn't have put it past Penny to do something like that just for laughs.

Date: 2008-06-22 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Brodie was sure that a clown birthday party WAS, in fact still an option on the island, what with the wacky shit that the clothes box decided to dole out on a daily basis. It was only a matter of time before it started giving with the crazy curly wigs and parachute pants.

...if it already hadn't.

"Eighty six on the clowns. I'll make a note." Brodie replied, but he'd seen IT, and on the off chance that a clown every found itself stuck on shitpit island, Brodie would be sure to stay the hell away. "...and where the hell is someone gonna get a llama anyway?"

Date: 2008-06-24 07:27 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Not as if New York City burned down.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
As if Eden knew the answer to that one. This island had a tendency to pluck whatever it wanted out of the air at will, everyone else be damned. "We had elephants a couple months ago," she reminded him. "You never know with this place."

It could change her hut into some Indian thing, throw stuff from home at her feet, even take away her friends when she wasn't looking. It could manage a llama.

After a night like she'd had, simple as it had been, though, that was the last train of thought she wanted to ride. "I guess I'd better make back up plans for your birthday, anyway, just in case that llama falls through."

Date: 2008-06-28 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"The island's got strippers though, right?" Brodie said, mostly joking and being and bullshitting for the sake of bullshitting. Though those DID tend to be a fuck of a lot better than llamas.

"And do you even know when my birthday is?" He couldn't exactly remember, but Brodie didn't think they'd known each other all that well back when he turned 22.

Date: 2008-06-29 02:37 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Persuade.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden arched an eyebrow, bumping lightly against him. "I don't know," she said, playfully airy, "I'd have to check the directory. I mean, prostitutes, yes, but strippers, I'm not sure."

As she spoke, she checked back through her memory and realized she'd have to concede defeat. "When is your birthday?" The tail end of the previous year had been kind of weird, this whole thing of not knowing where she stood. Actually, if she thought about it, that uncertainty had stretched into most things last year, which was why she generally preferred not to think about it.

Date: 2008-07-03 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"October," He said, "Twenty fourth. Only about a hundred shopping days left, so you'd better get your shit together." Then he realized that he was doing that fucking GRINNING thing again, and he grabbed her hand.

Fuck knows that Brodie'd managed to get his own shit together to get something for Eden. Not that she knew about it yet.

Date: 2008-07-03 09:23 pm (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Makes me want a little sugar.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden bit her lip against a grin of her own. All those stupid people and their stupid talk of butterflies had one thing right -- the touch and the line of talk alone were still enough to leave her warm and pleasantly unsettled. Even with no reason in sight to imagine they wouldn't still be together that far down the road, there was still something gratifying about the assumption. Nine or ten months was a good run in anyone's book, and better still in a place like this. She loved nights like these, when everything was so comfortable, so right, she had trouble believing they'd any of them ever leave.

"Well, with the endless options available here," she said wryly, "I'm not sure how I'll ever decide. All the choices might drive me crazy."

Date: 2008-07-04 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Yeah, well, I hope you have an easier time than I did," Brodie said, immediately cutting through Eden's sarcasm. He'd known her long enough that he was getting used to her bullshitting all the time. Fuck, be she almost did it as much as HE did.

Only then did he notice that he'd unconsciously started to rub his chin with the hand not holding Edens. Goddamnit, he'd forgotten to shave that morning. He wasn't even gonna get to go into this shit with a clean slate.

"I still say this place needs a Mall."

Date: 2008-07-04 04:51 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (The angels hung around.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"It would simplify the whole shopping thing." Eden, at least, would have preferred not to rely on the goddamn clothes box for all her outfits. There were days when fluffy dresses weren't the worst things coming out of there. A mall sounded better and better, the longer she was on the island.

That thought couldn't distract her long, though, from the prospect of a present. Sure, she was used to getting things just because she said so, but that was on a whole different plane from people giving her things just because and without prompting. "Where's this mystery present then?" she asked, grinning.

Date: 2008-07-04 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Jesus," Brodie said, pretending to sound irritated, but doing a shit job of it, "How about a little patience, huh?"

Truth was, he'd stashed the thing somewhere near Eden's place before showing up at the party. Fucking INGENIOUS, that's what it was. Sure, he could have just brought it with him to the hippie bus, but this seemed like a better idea.

Away from the prying eyes of sandcastle obsessed chicks.

Date: 2008-07-04 07:39 pm (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Come into my world.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden sighed dramatically. "I guess I might be able to manage a little of that." Her expression was all lit up anyway, though, a mixture of anticipation and amusement. As fun as the party had been, it was kind of nice to be getting away from it, too, to just be alone with him for a little while.

After over a year, the path home from Penny's was familiar, but god, she hadn't ever walked this much before the island. There'd either been nowhere to go or a nice car to get there in.

Date: 2008-07-06 01:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Back home, Brodie had done a shit-ton of walking. He didn't have a car, or a license for that matter, so whenever Renee was in one of her MOODS or T.S. wasn't in town, or he couldn't manage to bum a ride off of some other unsuspecting temporary chauffeur, Brodie'd ended up trekking to The Mall all on his lonesome.

Fuck, but a few times, he'd been about two steps away from pulling an Incredible Hulk (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6100915347889636360&q=Hulk+hitchhiking&ei=khdwSIviB6j2rALHxOzSCg) just to get to Comic Toast for the latest Green Arrow. But the last thing Brodie wanted was to end up as some Jersey trucker's bitch.

"Why do you have to live out in the middle of nowhere, anyway?" Brodie asked.
Edited Date: 2008-07-06 01:09 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-07-06 02:03 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (She's got a criminal mind.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden arched an eyebrow, smiling wryly. "If you hadn't noticed," she said, "we all live in the middle of nowhere. And I like the area around the Hamlet. There are lots of people and it's still pretty peaceful." Besides, every now and then, it seemed, the people who lived out there were given to throwing parties, and they came off as pretty nice when they were having big fights. Living in the Compound had struck her as too much like living in a Company cell, but she didn't want to talk about that. "Besides, it's not that much further."

Date: 2008-07-06 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"You should use that hovercar thing more often," Brodie suggested, because WHY THE FUCK WERE THEY WALKING EVERYWHERE IF SHE HAD A HOVER CAR? It was like Superman deciding to take the bus for some random reason. And there wasn't much room for exact change in his red manties.

Date: 2008-07-06 03:54 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Skeptical: this is a bad plan.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"I didn't really know I was going so far for so long when I left," she said. The red hovercar was a staple outside of Doris these days as it was. "Gideon was kind of vague about it." In a way, she was surprised Gideon hadn't asked. He was practically in love with the thing. The party had been a surprise, though, so it had worked out as planned, even if it meant more walking than she'd anticipated.

Date: 2008-07-10 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Better safe than sorry, I always say," Brodie said, even though he knew he never said that. It sounded more like T.S. Probably some leftover boyscout shit from when he was a kid.

"Besides, you look hot in it."

Date: 2008-07-11 08:52 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Over the shoulder smile.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"Are you sure you're looking at me or is it just the hovercar?" Eden asked, eyebrow arching. She smirked then, one hand at her waist as she used the other to gesture just ahead to her hut, not far away now. "See? We're here. And I don't think the car's as interested in you."

Date: 2008-07-11 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"I'm pretty sure a car would burn off someone's guy parts anyway." Brodie said, completely serious, as if he'd already given serious thought to the mechanics or someone trying to fuck a car.

Yes. Mechanics.

And thank fucking Christ. If it had taken much longer to get there, Brodie probably would have lost his shit and just TOLD her what the present was.

Date: 2008-07-11 06:39 pm (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Extraordinary machine.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden rolled her eyes, looking up. "I'm gonna pretend you haven't already considered that question in more detail than anyone ever needed," she told him wryly -- and, she thought, rather graciously. Sometimes she really didn't understand guys. Or possibly that was just Brodie. She wasn't really clear on that part either.

Pushing open the door, she headed inside.

Date: 2008-07-12 02:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Okay," Brodie said, once she'd gone inside. He stayed out for the moment. "You go sit over there, and shut your eyes, alright?"

Then he disappeared around the corner.

No one could ever say that Brodie didn't go for the corny romantic shit every once in a while. Though he would rather they did.

Date: 2008-07-13 01:07 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Come into my world.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"...okay." Eden laughed, not knowing what to expect and not minding either. Wandering over to a chair, she sat in it and closed her eyes, her hands folded in her lap. She raised her brow, eyes still closed as she waited for him to return. "Now what?"

Date: 2008-07-13 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Now Brodie thought he might have built this up too much. Besides, it wasn't like he'd gone out and quested to get her the fucking HOLY GRAIL or some shit. All he'd done was get The Widow McNeil to do that art thing. Granted, it wasn't a half bad rendition, but he wasn't about to tell BANKY that.

Brodie grabbed the drawing from where he'd stashed it, rolled up like a poster behind a tree nearby, and brushed off a little bit of dirt that had found it's way to the back of it. It was probably some kind of fucking miracle that it was still THERE, actually. With his island luck, the place would have suddenly become run over with LEPRECHAUNS who subsisted primarily on the drawings of shitty dupes from Jersey.

Coming back into the hut, he unrolled it, and held it open in front of her.

"What do you think?" He asked, "Open your eyes."

Date: 2008-07-14 05:35 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Eden hadn't known what to expect, but it hadn't involved opening her eyes to see herself -- or, anyway, a picture of herself, and pretty well done, too. In all honesty, she hadn't actually expected anything until he'd mentioned a present. It wasn't that she hadn't expected it of him especially; she'd just never had cause to count on it from anyone.

"Oh my god," she said, blinking a bit in surprise. It was undoubtedly her on the page, and while putting up a picture of herself seemed sort of vain, she was too busy wondering where it had come from when she'd never sat for anything to really care about vanity. She'd known artists before; they tended not to really ask before they started in on drawing. "That's... me. Wait, did you draw that?" It took her another moment to remember to add, "Thank you."

Date: 2008-07-18 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"No, that Banky guy did. You ever meet him?" Brodie said. Fucking shame-- the only other guy from Jersey and Brodie couldn't remember if he'd even introduced Eden to him. It was probably just as well, the guy was an asshole anyway. You'd think that he could have done the drawing out of the KINDNESS OF HIS HEART instead of using it for his own twisted beard fetish purposes.

But Eden seemed to like it, so that was all that mattered, right?

Not his impending hobo-status.

Date: 2008-07-18 11:03 pm (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (If you weren't real I'd make you up.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"No," Eden said, shaking her head as she stood up. She raised her brow, smiling almost sheepishly. "Seen him around, though. I didn't know he was an artist." She though he was kind of weird, actually, or the idea of him was, anyway. Befriending a girl who looked like Elle was one thing, but talking to a man who looked like he could be Brodie's scruffy older brother was just bizarre somehow.

Stepping in toward him, she took the drawing and, with another glance at it, laid it down on the chair behind her.

Date: 2008-07-18 11:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"So, you know. Happy birthday." Brodie said, shrugging both shoulders. He glanced at the drawing on the chair, then back at Eden, then back at the drawing again.

If it was him, he would already be trying to find a way to hang it up somewhere. Then again, he was big on framing shit.

Date: 2008-07-19 04:09 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Lovers in a painting by Chagall.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Right then, Eden had other ideas. Framing could wait until she had something to use. Reaching up, she laid a hand on his cheek to turn his face gently back to her. As strange as she knew it would have sounded to most people, she still found she was glad to be on the island, to have earned that second chance at life and at first times for a hundred little things. Everyone else she knew couldn't wait to get home; she was content, happy even.

"Come here," she said, stepping in closer, slipping her free hand to Brodie's waist. Pushing up on her toes, she tugged him down to kiss him.

Date: 2008-07-21 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Brodie was almost caught mid-word, cause the first thing that popped into his head was 'What for? I'm already standing RIGHT HERE.', but then Eden was kissing him, and fuck if that wasn't more important than what the hell ever he was going to open his mouth to say.

He kissed her back, wrapping one arm around her waist as he pulled her a little closer and leaned down so the whole thing wasn't so goddamn awkward.

Brodie guessed that she'd liked the drawing.

Date: 2008-07-21 08:25 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Only hymns upon your lips.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
There were thoughts running through her mind, incomplete phrases, emotions she couldn't quite put words to, things she wouldn't have said aloud even if she'd known how. It always seemed like she stood just on the edge of saying too much, risking behaving like a sap, too much of a girl, whatever that meant. Keeping quiet seemed safer. It always had. The drawing was nice; that'd he got it for her was better. A party was fun; that her friends had cared enough to throw it meant more. The real present, in her mind, was that he was still there and things were still so good, more than five months from the start -- that she spent more time happy now and with him than she did wrestling with her mind and her fears. Every day, she thought she felt a little more normal, a little saner, a little more at peace, and she was certain that it was due in part to him.

It just seemed like an incredibly sappy, girly thing to actually say.

Instead she kept her hand on his cheek, the fingers of the other twining in his shirt to keep him close as she kissed him. "Next year for my birthday, maybe I could grow a little taller," she deadpanned.

Date: 2008-07-30 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
"Shoes," Brodie said, because it was about as close to a coherent thought as he was about to get with Eden's fingers all in his shirt and her as close as she could get with the height difference in the way.

What Brodie had MEANT was that he was pretty fucking sure that the clothes box gave out platforms like candy corn on Halloween-- the kind without the Superfly fish in the heels, even. Not that Brodie thought some shitty shoes were the solution to the height deal, but the half-assed suggestion still stood.

He kissed her again, leaned down, one hand drawn up to cup her jaw. Sitting seemed like a pretty good idea right now. Or laying down. He could deal with either.

Date: 2008-07-30 07:53 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Only hymns upon your lips.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
It wasn't a bad idea, all things considered, but she had a feeling that kind of thing got old fast, mostly because her feet would wind up killing her. "Or the bed," she suggested, taking a stumbling step backwards. There was only so long she could stay on her toes after all, especially when he kissed her the way he did. She almost laughed, having surprised herself with the loss of balance. She always hoped to sound smoother, more coy, than she really wound up sounding, a little breathless, a little amused. "Might be easier." It was sort of how they'd started anyway, way back when.

Date: 2008-07-31 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Eden took a stumbling step and Brodie braced her to keep her from falling without thinking. It wasn't like he was about to let her fall on the goddamn ground or anything. "Good thing you're the one coming up with the ideas," Brodie commented, "Or we'd be fucked."

Or not fucked. However that worked.

Date: 2008-07-31 05:36 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Switch me on - turn me up.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
"Really?" Eden asked, settling onto her heels, leading him back in the right direction. "Because getting fucked kind of was the idea." This was easy, familiar, and she smiled mischievously. "Unless you had something else in mind. Things to do at home."

She bit her lip, too caught up in the two of them to notice whether or not they had company.

Date: 2008-07-31 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Here it was, Eden's birthday ad Brodie felt like he was the one getting the present. Because GODDAMN if that wasn't hot.

"Yeah, I was just gonna head back and see if that guy I live with wanted to run a steak through my heart," Brodie deadpanned as he followed her back towards the bed.

Company had been the last thing on his mind too, mostly because he'd probably flip his shit on anybody who thought it was a good time for VISITING HOURS.

Date: 2008-08-01 06:32 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (She's got a criminal mind.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
Sinking onto the bed, she laughed. "Good to know death is preferable to sleeping with me," she said, pulling him down after her. "That's always good for my ego."

For all her insecurities, she'd long since stopped doubting that much. She could joke about a stab to her ego, but life before the island and after getting to L.A. had, at least, taught her that being persuasive wasn't her only power, and besides, sometimes a smile worked just as well as words. Hardly one to be called vain, she was, anyway, self-aware, and in this one case, it was to the better. The coy glance she shot him now was proof enough of that. She knew she was wanted. It felt good to know, better still when it was a long-term thing and not just a one time deal. "I guess I'll just have to find someone else to keep me company while you're off getting staked."

Date: 2008-08-03 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Brodie shrugged, holding back a shit-eating grin. "Just don't come crawling back once keep-you-company guy turns out to be shittier-than-expected guy," He said, and leaned in to kiss her again as soon as he was sitting on the bed.

There was this feeling in the back of his mind that they were being watched, but for someone who had constantly thought that his mom was gonna burst in on him at any minute back home, it wasn't out of the ordinary.

Date: 2008-08-05 07:23 am (UTC)
wishesandsmoke: (Persuade.)
From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
'Shittier-than-expected guy' pretty much summed every other guy Eden had hooked up with in the last couple of years, now that she thought of it. She didn't spend much time thinking about it, though. There were more important matters at hand.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she assured him. "It's all mediocre company from here on out." Ignoring the increasing sensation of being watched, she returned to kissing him.
Edited Date: 2008-08-05 07:23 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-08-10 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] segaboybrodie.livejournal.com
Brodie was growing increasingly convinced that he was a goddamn idiot, because even though he was sittig on his girlfriend's bed, pretty fucking happily making out with her with a decent chance of sex for the night, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Even as he'd snaked one hand under her shirt, the feeling was STILL THERE, like a fucking continuity error in a comic: the kind of thing you couldn't ignore. He opened one eye for a second to check the room, so he could be sure this was all in his head, but instead, found his gaze met by something small, furry, and really fucking rat-like.

Eden's dog, Mr. Mugbo, or whatever his name was, was looking RIGHT THE FUCK at them.

Date: 2008-08-13 01:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wishesandsmoke
It was easy to tell something had gone wrong. Eden couldn't think what could have done, since it had been going great so far as she was concerned, and she pulled back, confused -- until she turned around anyway. She gave a little yelp of surprise, inching away from the dog for a moment. "Mr Muggles," she sighed, rolling away from Brodie. Scooping the dog up in her arms, she cast an apologetic look over her shoulder. "I'll put him outside."

Not that it mattered now. Getting stared at by your old boss's weird dog really had a way of ruining the mood. As she pushed open the door and set Mr Muggles down -- it wasn't like he couldn't fend for himself, prize purebred or not; he was obviously way tougher than all the fluff led anyone to believe -- she shrugged. "Maybe we should just call it a night."

Some birthday. At least it had all started out really nice. Still, as Eden wandered back inside, she thought it was probably the best one she'd ever had, creepy dogs and all.

Date: 2012-07-23 02:18 pm (UTC)
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