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Post by wordy on Oct 3, 2011 15:56:46 GMT 10
Title: It's Always In The Last Place You Threw It Rating: PG Summary: All sleepovers have a downside.
Kel threw down her shirt with a strangled yell and looked around the room with a helpless expression. "See, I knew there had to be a reason why this was a bad idea."
"And I thought I was the one prone to dramatics," Numair said to himself. He moved another pile of books away and stood up with a frown. "Don't worry, we'll find it," he said, crossing his arms. "Eventually."
"Eventually?" Kel minced her way through the mess of books and clothes and the Goddess knew what else, then peeked through the blinds. "It's going to be dawn soon. I'll be late." She turned back to face him, and made some vague gestures at her chest. "I kind of need my breastband, Numair, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, I noticed."
"And no more of that," she added, trying to remind herself that she was supposed to be cross with him.
He shrugged and returned to the mess in front of him. There didn't seem to be any logic or pattern to his searching, which only added to her fear that she'd still be stuck in here by noon, and no closer to locating her breastband.
"You know," said Numair after a long moment. Kel looked up at him hopefully. "I could probably try some sort of - of summoning spell." He clicked his fingers. "Yes. Possibly."
"You can do that?" she asked, a little exasperated.
"Well, yes," he said. He looked around the room and scratched his head. "Though I have to find the right book, first."
Kel groaned.
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Post by ubiquitous on Oct 3, 2011 21:23:14 GMT 10
♥ ♥ ♥ This is so cute!!! *luffs* ETA - *adds to shrine*
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Post by wordy on Oct 4, 2011 15:34:53 GMT 10
*loves* Though I've noticed that I tend to end humourous fics like this a lot - with a character groaning, or maybe laughing. Eep.
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Post by Kypriotha on Oct 5, 2011 8:56:00 GMT 10
Hee. I love this. It is so amusing to combine Numair's vagueness with Kel's practicality. You've made it work so well
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