I got done with work, went by a PTA meeting in which we staged a bloodless coup, and then attended a shiva,. Now I’m home with a drink and my computer, ready to mash some faces together… emotionally at least.
The last installment before I actually start posting for Pinto de Mayo, just to show it’s not all fluff.
June 3rd, 2018
7:30 a.m.
LLAP: are you closeted?
CP: JFC it’s too early for this. Good morning to you, too.
LLAP: sorry.
LLAP: Good morning, Christopher. How did you sleep?
CP: Fine until 15 seconds ago.
CP: We’re not having this conversation until I make coffee.
LLAP: That’s fair.
7:38 a.m.
LLAP: Did you fall back asleep?
CP:
CP: two more minutes
LLAP: okay.
LLAP: *the jeopardy song is going through my mind*
CP: shut up, you fucking different-time-zone-asshole.
7:41 a.m.
CP: Okay, I’ve had my first sip. What are you on about?
LLAP: I was searching for you and Adam online.
CP: why??
LLAP: I’ve been up a few hours. Anyway, I think I found him. Dark curly hair? Skinny?
CP: That’s him.
LLAP: Anyway, I found pictures, but no real mention of him, and meanwhile there were blind items probably referring to you about beards and such, and I was just wondering if you were closeted and if that’s why he bailed.
LLAP: Sorry, that came out way more harsh and stalkerish than I intended.
Time to remember where I was with this fic and make some progress…
Mood:
5 days!
Actually, I’m definitely ready to START posting by Saturday. The story probably won’t be done though… per my usual MO, it keeps growing, and…yeah. But I think I know how it’s ending, and I’m fairly sure I know how to get there, and it isn’t all the fluffy texts I’ve been sharing. I’ve been trying not to give the story away too much.
I hope everyone else is doing well. I’m excited to read some Pinto again, even if it’s old standby’s. Tradition is a big part of coming home for the holidays, after all.
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