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[starbolts]

the ic show some love meme

how to:

this is very similar to a roulette meme. first, go here and utilize the random number generator to the right. put '1' as the minimum and '10' as the maximum, then generate a number. reply to fellow posters according to this table:

1. a kiss on the cheek.
2. a kiss on the mouth (can be chaste or amorous).
3. a hug (brief, romantic, friendly, etc).
4. spoon (don't know what spooning is? direct your attention here).
5. gift them something (i.e. chocolate, roses, jewelry, swords).
6. compliment them.
7. profess your undying love.
8. massage them.
9. make it awkward. cheese it up.
10. your pick!


Stolen from pretty much everywhere, slightly edited for content. As always, if it gets sexy enough to scar the kidlets, take it to your journals.

Comments

[telekinetic_badass]

[Yeah, he's not letting go. In fact, is he cuddling? Yes, he might be cuddling.]

I have to warn you before saying hi?

Re: 2.

[starbolts]

Would you like to converse with me in your native language, without the interference of the translators?

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

I don't know, does it stick together well? That's the secret behind a good bento, after all. Rice that clumps together a bit, so you have less trouble eating it.

Though the yellow would be kind of interesting to work with. Easier than an eggsheet, anyway.

Re: Goliath

[not_the_philistine]

"A good reason for gladness. Friends make all situations more bearable."

9

[not_the_philistine]

[looming over you.]

[may or may not be glaring. It's hard to tell when his face looks like . . . like it does.]

Re: Renne

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Squeak? Puuurrrrrrrr....::

[thunder-ace.livejournal.com]

{Still struggling oh god she can't cuddle with anyone else but Nanoha and maybe Hayate but she's special.]

You do if you're going to hug me!

[crusades]

Re: awwwwww *CROWNING MOMENT OF HEARTWARMING*

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

I wish that too, honestly. You became a really good friend to me in many ways. If there were a way I could show you how it happened, I would have. I looked kinda jerky at times, but it all wound up being for a reason.

Just like now, I guess.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Katara said, lowering her eyes. "I know its an old grievance, I get that, but its not something I can turn off, not ever. He's the first person I've ever realy loved this much. But all this time has passed, and he's never been here. Maybe I shoudl just face facts that Aang..."

She closed her eyes, but that didn't matter when they were Bonded. A wave of sadness swept over Billy, a quiet pain that only he would know about.

#3

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

It was an ancient and vital rule, for both fighters and horses; do not approach them from behind. Most especially, if you may startle them, avoid it at all costs. The results have a reflex tendency to turn messy in predictble ways.

Then again, Motoko liked to live dangerously, wrapping her arms around Bruce's shoulders from behind, like marking her territory. Mine, bitch.

[crusades]

And of course, it's not like there's much vengeance he can enact while he's already being pinned - albeit cozily - by a cyborg.

"... Major?"

Proof that there has to be something that Batman isn't prepared for.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko seems to be occupying the 'unexpected' bracket more and more.

"Yes?" Completely even-toned, as natural and neutral as if this were an ordinary occurrence. If not for the smell of gin, nothing at all would be out of the ordinary; except her smile, soft and natural as an ordinary persons might be. She's drunk.

[morphitudinous]

Oh, he definitely felt that. Taking a sharp breath, he held her protectively for another few moments and then maneuvered around to face her.

"And to think that I've only been worried about my friends. I've almost completely lost hope of ever seeing them again, and I love them, but I'm not...in love with them. I can't imagine losing someone I was that close to, and knowing that they're probably asleep in the pods isn't much of a comfort. I know."

[crusades]

Oh, joy. She's been drinking. There have been rumours, but he'd yet to actually encounter her after quite so extraordinary a binge. Something to do with him rarely leaving the workplace.

"You've been drinking," he replies, clearly not in any way amused, the muscle of his shoulders coiled at the infringement of dearly held personal space.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Usually," she replies amicably, and really she wouldn't understand his chagrin. The smell isn't overpowering— it's already fading under the busy attentions of the automatic micromachine network. She doesn't slur, or stumble, those functions corrected automatically by software inimical to the design of her shell, it's only that there's a gentle haze around her perception, nice and dreamy. It doesn't take much to pickle what is essentially a brain in a jar.

"Tell me to leave," her voice is just beside his ear, but she's looking at his screen, reading his files. One hand leaves the comfortable perch along his collarbone to touch a control, to set the display scrolling at a reasonable rate, "Tell me to stop, and I will."

[crusades]

He huffs when she interferes with his work. He can't read at that pace and she knows it. Still, at least he can feel justified in sinking back in her arms his chair.

"And where would you go?" he replies curiously, an eyebrow arching as he tried to crane his neck far enough around to read her expression, "You work here unless there's a security breach. You rest here, too. The only thing you don't do here is drink and that's already seen to."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I just haven't found something in the city that's to my tastes."

Liar. It was true, nothing in the city was up to her expensive standards, but the most important aspect was impossible to find. Even back home, she'd chosen an apartment that was within sight of her real home.

Neuropathy was comfortable enough for her.

"What's your excuse?"

[crusades]

"I don't drink," is the wry retort.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"Mhhh," she lets it go, tilting her head slightly as she abruptly stops the flow of data, corrects some small detail, then sets it moving again. Her head is tilted ever so slightly against his; with sharp hearing, he might be able to hear the so-soft tick of her neck servos, pumping oxygenated fluid past the last few lonely brain cells.

"I can't taste it anyway."

[crusades]

Bruce hears like a bat. Of course, he has earpieces in the cowl to thank for it.

"It's my understanding that taste isn't really the point," and he'd feel a lot more vindicated in abstaining if he weren't watching her take the control he daren't lose to alcohol away from him. And right under his very nose, too, "But perhaps you should consider cultivating some other hobby."

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"I've got a few," aside from folding cranes and killing terrorists, she means— though stalking doesn't count, does it? "It's convenient is all; full-conversion cyborgs can't become alcoholics."

Taking control is what Motoko does, it's her lifeblood an standard mode of operation. That she can do it to Bruce so easily is what makes it fun. Watching the stoic, collected Batman forget himself is like teasing Togusa: it never gets old.

[crusades]

"As convenient as goading me?" he asks irritably, folding his arms and almost pouting with petulance.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"You haven't asked me to leave," she pointed out mildly, turning her head to give him a sidelong look. Dangerous ground, this, and she only narrowly quashed the swell of fear that threatened to kill her buzz.

She didn't want adrenaline right now, dammit. She wanted to forget.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Friendly, neighborhood greetin' for the cheek. Welcome to some bad timin' on my part.

When ain't it crazy around here?