Short fill today, because I apparently my teacher doesn't like me and wants me to do assignments and stuff. D:
Larry wrote and wrote, he was soon up in almost seventeen thousand words. Amazing. Even George thought that. ”Have you cheated?” he asked. ”No. I am just very inspired at the moment.” At the very moment the prince and his companion had gotten to greece and was fighting zombie robots (because that was two short word, otherwise he would have called them malfunctioning robots, but he couldn't bother to write that.) George smile, on the other end of the line. They where still the old-fashion types who rather called the other person when they had a lot to say. ”Is it that guy you have been talking about for the past... three years?” ”I haven't talked about him for three years.” Larry said. He was on the train back home, it wasn't that crowded though, so nobody would hear what he had to say next. ”I slept at his place to night.” ”Oh...” George began, snickered as he drank his coffee. ”Really?” ”Nothing happened, alright. He is writing to, so we decided to write together. And yeah, he fell asleep upon me.” ”Your normal luck then.” George said. ”I am going to ask him out when we have finished shooting for this season. Well, not on friday, but on Saturday.” Larry had carefully taken that decision. If one could be best friends and work together, then why would one not be able to be married... he meant boyfriends. ”Oh really. Good for you Laz!” ”Yes, I was thinking of taking him to a restaurant.” ”Really, that is quite... normal. Would have thought you were the wilder type, Lazza. Like... cooking for him yourself.” ”He doesn't eat meat.” George fell silent. ”Sorry, sorry, I thought I heard something else.” ”You heard what you wanted to hear, as usual.” Larry said. ”Either way... should I?” ”I say go for it, if he says no, claim you meant as friends.” George said and yawned. ”Either way... say a number, for a hotel room.” ”328.” Larry said. ”Thanks mate. I have to go, but... good luck and all that!” Yes, good luck. He was going to ask out the king of campness. (but first he needed to get this ridiculous tan of himself, he looked like a carrot.)
Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 9/30
Larry wrote and wrote, he was soon up in almost seventeen thousand words. Amazing. Even George thought that. ”Have you cheated?” he asked.
”No. I am just very inspired at the moment.” At the very moment the prince and his companion had gotten to greece and was fighting zombie robots (because that was two short word, otherwise he would have called them malfunctioning robots, but he couldn't bother to write that.)
George smile, on the other end of the line. They where still the old-fashion types who rather called the other person when they had a lot to say. ”Is it that guy you have been talking about for the past... three years?”
”I haven't talked about him for three years.” Larry said. He was on the train back home, it wasn't that crowded though, so nobody would hear what he had to say next. ”I slept at his place to night.”
”Oh...” George began, snickered as he drank his coffee. ”Really?”
”Nothing happened, alright. He is writing to, so we decided to write together. And yeah, he fell asleep upon me.”
”Your normal luck then.” George said.
”I am going to ask him out when we have finished shooting for this season. Well, not on friday, but on Saturday.” Larry had carefully taken that decision. If one could be best friends and work together, then why would one not be able to be married... he meant boyfriends.
”Oh really. Good for you Laz!”
”Yes, I was thinking of taking him to a restaurant.”
”Really, that is quite... normal. Would have thought you were the wilder type, Lazza. Like... cooking for him yourself.”
”He doesn't eat meat.”
George fell silent. ”Sorry, sorry, I thought I heard something else.”
”You heard what you wanted to hear, as usual.” Larry said. ”Either way... should I?”
”I say go for it, if he says no, claim you meant as friends.” George said and yawned. ”Either way... say a number, for a hotel room.”
”328.” Larry said.
”Thanks mate. I have to go, but... good luck and all that!”
Yes, good luck. He was going to ask out the king of campness. (but first he needed to get this ridiculous tan of himself, he looked like a carrot.)