In Other Words, I Don't Think This Is Pretend Anymore_Meet My Yeti_Ceiling/Floor_My Dear Watson
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In Other Words, I Don't Think This Is Pretend Anymore
Warning: Language “Thanks a lot,” Tay said, rolling his eyes. He attempted to elbow the annoying person to his left, but failedwww.onedoor.cc miserably. “Oh come on, I’m not wrong! Clearly I’m the only one willing to do this for you, you should be thankful and accept the offer!” Jensen exclaimed. Tay sighed and wiggled around on the armchair to get a bit more comfortable. “I mean I did say thanks.” He said, blowing a piece of black hair out of his eyes. “Your voice was dripping in sarcasm,” Jensen said, stating the obvious. “Anyway, I’m the wonderfully charming and handsome solution to your problem!” He sai...
Meet My Yeti
“HANS! You’re back last… again!”It was ski season in the Swiss Alps and the German party of friends from Düsseldorf had been enjoying a week of the season’s best powder, providing lots of off-piste daring jumps, virgin snow, and the highlight of the week; The Inferno, an annual downhill race, attracting over one thousand ‘Franz Klammer’ wannabes.“Last one to return buys drinks all night,” gloated Valentin Kessler, a tall, handsome young man with curly blonde hair, sprouting a bruising discolouration above his right cheek.“Not so quick, Valentin,” chirped Gustav, a dark-haired Doppelganger to h...
Ceiling/Floor
Jason had heard it from his father, who probably heard it from his grandfather or someone else in the family that he never met: “One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.” Maybe he really did not understand the meaning of that completely – is it about levels, achievement, success, he thought? No, he was not sure, but he was entertained by what he was hearing. And it all came to him just above his head. He had lived in the Gormand Towers building for a year now as a student and had noticed certain acoustic problems in the space. His apartment, on the fourth floor, seemed to be at the “sweet sou...
My Dear Watson
“Next! And who are you supposed to be?”“Um, Holmes, of course…”“Yes, yes, yes, but which one? I’ve got straight canon characters over there, Robert Downey Jr.’s in that line by the Powerades and your standard, Without A Clue, riffers next to them; all done up like Michael Caine and looking angry that anyone else thought of it... so, which are you?”“Right, sorry; I’m Rathbone.”“Basil Rathbone? You, are Basil Rathbone?”“Yep, check out my deerstalker.”“They all have deerstalkers, sweetie, and plastic Meerschaums, and little clandestine cases of cocaine, but, well... you do know he was over six fo...