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music would not go awry
Mel: Both my parents have really good vision - my mom wears reading glasses sometimes, but that's still better than me.
Eye Doctor: [tinkling laugh] Ah, yes, well most people have better vision than you, don't they? Obviously there are the blind, but you're right up there, aren't you? Hah hah hah! Look up, darling, I must numb your eyeballs now.
Rock. \m/ So now I can't wear my contacts for a while until my eyes start, you know, feeling smaller than golf balls. I look like such a geek in these glasses, man. They're huge and they have...tortoise shell coloring. I need a cool pair of glasses with black frames or something. I could totally pull it off, right? Right? Ah, well. In other news, I have a on pair of red galoshes with white polka dots. This, I feel, is beautiful, and completely adds to my dorky image.
Dear friends, join me in my rain boot frolicking.
And also, prompt me. Don't know how many I'll get to, but leave as many as you'd like! Woo.
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"Shouldn't we be worrying about salmonella or something?" John asks dubiously. He eyes the scoop of raw cookie dough Rodney's holding out for him to take. "I mean, there are eggs in that, right?"
Rodney scowls at him, eyes narrow. "Honestly. Would I be eating it right now if I thought I was going to be poisoned?"
John sighs and takes the spoon, leaning in to put his mouth around it. It's grainy and very sweet, and he almost forgets he has to chew until he feels the scrape of a chocolate chip along the roof of his mouth. He must be making some sort of noise, because when he opens his eyes up again - when did he close them anyway? - Rodney's staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, with his cheeks flushed, mouth parted and red.
"Oh," he murmurs.
"Wha - Rodney -" John breaks off with a muffled moan, hands curling in the front of Rodney's shirt as Rodney kisses him and kisses him, tongue chasing the vague taste of cookie dough.
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Loved this thank you *hugs*