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Gotta make this quick, in shortly more than half an hour I have a class. :(

You see, yesterday it was, er, *cough cough*, someone's birthday. :D And although their present was ready, I had no way of posting it until now. :( (Yesterday, to my bafflement, was holiday at uni. Like hell I'm complaining, but it still baffles me. I mean, on Monday I had classes - and how I had to rush to get to them, since there was the party to get ready! (Party went well, by the by. :D I really like the job we did we the place. Tried to take some photos, but evidently they were too dark, because my camera is refusing to let me see them. Er. *cough* anyway. Were we saying...?) geeeez, I missed you all, by the by. and I was only gone a very few days.)

PAPO! Happy birthday!!!

Title: Snape. (Creativity is my middle name.)
Rating: G. (as in: Guess?)
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dungeons_master!!!

( [Harry Potter] - G - Snape )

Let's see in how much order I can go. (part 1-a)

Also, let's see if I'll get around to post the damned entry. You don't know how long it sat on the HD. You don't need to, either, so we'd just better get on with things.


The Meeting - Part 1, aka In Florence.

Well, the city was as wonderful as always, and the weather was good. :D The First Contact went as they often go - staring openly at each other for a few seconds, then index pointing (still at each other), then a "you are..?", then Big Smiles and Big Hugs. (Well, as they often go. I distinctly remember that when I first met Agnese, after the ritual staring, we both started laughing. It was So Good - and So Typical of us, too. But I digress.) Well, then there was a little shrilly voice shrieking inside of me ohmygodwe'retalkingandwe'reUNDERSTANDINGEACHOTHER!!1!, but we can skip on that, too. :P

( BadFics and Teddy Bears )

( Mythology and Erotica )

First thing we did as soon as we were out? We called Liz and Jojo. :D

We spent talking, chatting, blabbering, and laughing, giggling, cackling practically the most part of the day. ...save for a little parenthesis at about 16:00. When we realized that we hadn't had lunch yet. For a while after that phrases went rarely beyond a "Food!" here and there. :D The fact that finding the way out from the garden proved to be a little hard - and that we stumbled (no, not literally, although one of the two parties involved was me) on a very mint-like statue (honestly. It was just an enormous-sized mint. I couldn't find any other explanation for what it could be.) - er, was I saying? Oh, those didn't make things much easier.

Oh, hehe, and the man at the pizzeria where we went actually asked us if we were high on something. Oh, I love when people do that. (and when anna and I started squabbling good naturedly - hey! she had kidnapped my wallet! :P - he said he could lend us the shop's basement. We wondered for a moment whether to do some sort of Fight Club (I am Bruni's wallet - I'm inspired, what can I say?), but in the end we declined the gentle offer. :P)

Then more chattering and babbling (mine) and laughing (both) and moooo (no, wait, that was two days after...), and the time for me to go back came way too soon. In fact, I think that instinctively I probably wanted to remain there. I did have a good five-minutes-FULLpanic moment during the walk to the station, fearing not to find my train in there anymore, though. :P (I did find it in time, for the record. It left thirty seconds after I got on, but I still did it. :D)

I have to post this thing now, even if it's still lacking about a half, or I'll never ever post it at all... Anna? Anything I forgot?

Sorry for the spam. No, really.

First off: if you love me at all, keep me far from Paint. I mean it. I'd gone near it to do a certain thigh-stick-thing, and I ended up doing other two. (then again, that might also be Liz's fault. Liz's and of that misheard-lyrics-entry of hers.)

Anyway.


"Removables":

I bronze my thighs easily
("A bronze moth dies easily")



"You Love Us":

You love ass
("You love us")



"Life Becoming A Landslide":
(maybe this one's not properly worksafe. But it's so tiny...)

Just a fuck for all to see.
("Just a finely tuned jealousy")



So? Are you properly persuaded now that Paint and me just not have to meet?


ETA: Er. I'd forgot to add the links to the pics. Sorry.

Also, Part one. :P