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[amfiguree]

hmm. it's certainly been a while. gacked from xoverau. and hey, spread the news.

If you comment to this post with the first paragraph of a fic, I'll answer each comment with a second paragraph that continues said fic, and so on. If other people than the original writer want to continue from the paragraph I write in response, feel free--we'll each just go off into parallel threads.

I would be competent to continue fics in these fandoms:

Popslash (including BSB, Nsync, sparkly girls, blue, Eminem?)
Harry Potter
Lotrips
Lotrfps
X-men
Smallville (probably)
Charmed (fourth or fifth season?)
School Of Rock! (heh)
Moulin Rouge
American Idol (*snerk* season 2)
MuLan (don't ask... come to think of it, i can do most disney movies. *cheesy grin*)

and also? feel free to throw original characters in the mix.

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"Stay," Orlando whispers at a volume so low, he could later claim the word never even permeated the air between them; should that need arise.

Orlando's arms are encircling Viggo on their own accord, before he even processes what he is doing. He clenches his muscles tightly around Viggo's midsection, trying to expel any air that might hold the word 'no.'

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Orlando can hear the little funny gurglebubble of Viggo's stomach with his face pressed so close. It's soothing, and he hardly notices Viggo's arms sliding right back around him.

"Where's your key?" Viggo asks finally; it's a clever question, one that could mean everything that Orlando's suddenly too afraid to hope for, or nothing at all.

Orlando's not risking it, though, and as Viggo reaches into his pocket, Orlando doubles over, spewing beer and the contents of his grubby dinner all over Viggo's shoes.

It's only as he's congratulating himself, amidst his gagging, that he realizes Viggo might not be as thrilled by this idea as he is.