Slow like a zombie. Urgh.

[iesika]

Uuuurrrgh I feel like a zombie. A zombie who's not keeping her deadlines.

I have something to say about my reliance on caffeine to get this thing finished. When you realize you are spooning instant cappuchino mix into a cup of regular coffee, that's when you know you've got a problem. I'll be going cold turkey for a while when I finish this.

That said, I'm not actually missing much sleep over this. Yet.

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It's getting a lot harder to find bits of this that don't give anything major away. Here, have some unidentified trauma!

Shit. Shit. Kon shut his eyes tight and shoved through the doors, out into the spring air, cool after the heat of the crowded gym. There was only one cop in the breezeway, and Kon was, of course, faster. He got around the side of the building, out of sight, and took off so fast he felt the air break against him like a wave. 

Touch and go, he'd said. Intensive care. *Hasn't woken up*. Kon was going to be sick. 

It was all his fault. 

Comments

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

You're such a tease.

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

You big tease! :P

[sammage-art.livejournal.com]

Can I just say that I have never loved original characters in fanfics prior to this one? I love them all. Damn you, woman. I wish I had the time to draw this out like a legit comic.