postal albatrosses quickly found out that they should either stay away entirely or only drop non-navy letters down to the deck. Can’t imagine how this might have happened. Poor birdies.
Tashigi started having nightmares and then she began to wonder if perhaps Hina had gotten tired of her or had been ashamed of her performance in Alabasta and didn’t want to associate with her any longer. Poor Tashigi!
had moved on to speaking of other things Oh, oh. Is it phone sex? It should be phone sex time.
given the swordsman’s considerable fear of her Silly Zoro. Or, you know, intelligent Zoro, but the thought of that one is more traumatic.
Judging from the trail of blood from his nose and from the slight puddle of drool that trickled out of his mouth, the chef recognized the store as well. Robin carefully propped him up against the brick façade and reassured the young reindeer that he would indeed recover. Oh, god, I love this part!
It was that errant wind of course, and not a quickly vanishing hand, that flipped up the back of Nami’s skirt. Of course it was the wind. Because Robin would never do something like that.
And I don’t really know R.O.D., but the Ranma parts were perfect. I especially liked the betting on who Maggie was there to see. And that she made it to the door unmolested. That takes talent.
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Date: 2005-11-05 05:47 pm (UTC)postal albatrosses quickly found out that they should either stay away entirely or only drop non-navy letters down to the deck. Can’t imagine how this might have happened. Poor birdies.
Tashigi started having nightmares and then she began to wonder if perhaps Hina had gotten tired of her or had been ashamed of her performance in Alabasta and didn’t want to associate with her any longer. Poor Tashigi!
had moved on to speaking of other things Oh, oh. Is it phone sex? It should be phone sex time.
given the swordsman’s considerable fear of her Silly Zoro. Or, you know, intelligent Zoro, but the thought of that one is more traumatic.
Judging from the trail of blood from his nose and from the slight puddle of drool that trickled out of his mouth, the chef recognized the store as well. Robin carefully propped him up against the brick façade and reassured the young reindeer that he would indeed recover. Oh, god, I love this part!
It was that errant wind of course, and not a quickly vanishing hand, that flipped up the back of Nami’s skirt. Of course it was the wind. Because Robin would never do something like that.
And I don’t really know R.O.D., but the Ranma parts were perfect. I especially liked the betting on who Maggie was there to see. And that she made it to the door unmolested. That takes talent.