"I checked to make sure you were still in the fandom," she said.
"Who, me?" I said. ">:0 I'M NOT IN THE DEATH NOTE FANDOM I HATE DEATH NOTE. >:0 HATE HATE HATE" at which point she said "..." and Hoyden looked at me askance.
But that's okay because then we spent the rest of the day mooning ourselves dizzy over the following beautiful things:
Literally by like 4 am last night, after spending all day talking about hot Harry Dresden/John Marcone you have no idea ahhh, and then mainlining Leatherheads and Ocean's Eleven, the three of us were just sort of left helplessly to ooze.
Just. sadfj;akldsjfskl. Sorry, but just. saklf;dsjskl;sk;fas;dkd!!!!!!
now throw in a WELL-HIDDEN GUN and a sexy confidence that could coax the bloom off a rose, and wizard/mob-boss chemistry that could melt the panties off a mannequin. AHHH. SO HOT SO HOT.
I WILL HAVE MORE OF THESE CONVINCING ARGUMENTS LATER.