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[rionaleonhart]

It's odd how all the little clues that you were ill - the feeling-incapable-of-going-out that you put down to laziness last night, the inexplicable but persistent tiredness all day - fall into place when you're actually leaning over the lavatory and un-eating the meal you worked so hard to prepare. It is possibly slightly worrying that I was genuinely mentally comparing it to foreshadowing in a work of fiction while in the act of throwing up. You'd think I'd have other things to think about, wouldn't you? (Er, sorry for the TMI.)

I feel much less dreadful now than I did before my impromptu reverse lunch, but I'm still rather unwell and, y'know, if you felt like writing ficsnippets in the comments, that might be nice? Only if you have the time and the inclination, obviously.

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[rhosyndu.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Well you know, if you've got one undead creature then you might as well have the others. He'll feel left out if you don't.

I did cheat slightly- it's one of the things I wrote on my long train journey last week: blame the fact I was on my own for six hours at a stretch.

I also did a few little asides and exchanges, like:
"Remember, this is a man who tried to persuade an American to eat black pudding by describing it as 'a fried scab of tastiness'; romance is not on the menu."
"Neither is black pudding anymore."
Which sort of worries me, as I don't know who's talking or what they're on about, but I really want to use it in a fic.