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Monthly word count - May
TOTAL: 1 719
ok so this month was really shit. i mostly did edits. :////
POSTED:
IN PROGRESS
-bleach pack fuckening ABO epilogue 1 edits (670 words)
-madatobiizu ABO cherry wine (979 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 edits (70 words)
cherry wine
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"I am not unaware that Uchiha-sama has had a very busy day; I must apologize for adding to it."
Not for keeping tabs on their day, though. Fair enough. If the Akimichi's guest house had been the center of such a storm of bullshit, Izuna would have set spies on it as well.
"It's good that we value each other's time," Madara replied, with a smile on his face that was more of a declaration of war.
Izuna swallowed a groan of despair. Might as well just come out and ask her to stop wasting his, ugh.
And then before Izuna could signal him to get a sniff of his scent token or something, the asshole went and added, "Let's cut to the chase, hm?"
Akimichi regarded Madara almost absently for a second, and then smiled back so genially Izuna started counting the exits in the back of his head. "Of course. I see Uchiha-dono is too impaired for a longer discussion."
... Ouch.
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pack fuckening
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He clears his throat, looks away. Crosses his arms defiantly. His ear is red through his shaggy orange hair.
"Kinda assumed I'd see you sooner than this. Is all."
"Oh, waiting for your... revenge?" Edrad teases, and Di Roy snickers back, "Bet that's not what he was waiting for."
Grimmjow could put him out of his misery... Nah. "My next heat?" he asks, casual as possible. Ichigo squints meanly at him, though it looks like that's from forcing himself to look at Grimmjow at all. "Were you waiting?"
"Fuck off."
"Counting the days, huh?"
"Fuuuck off."
Grimmjow smirks wider. Ragging on Di Roy and Yylfordt is fun too, but it doesn't hit the same somehow. "Why the fuck are you tracking my heats, Kurosaki, that's creepy."
"What's with that asshole grin, you put those teeth away or so help m--"
Still smirking because fuck him, Grimmjow tilts his head. "Hm? Aw, I guess it's almost the flattering kind of creepy." (Like hell, 'almost'. As if Grimmjow isn't here right now vaguely hoping that being around that guy will kickstart another one. Harribel told him it was unlikely for another year at least, but hey, maybe he can get laid the normal way too.)
"Yeah, I. I. Nakeem what the hell is that."
ok so this month was really shit. i mostly did edits. :////
POSTED:
IN PROGRESS
-bleach pack fuckening ABO epilogue 1 edits (670 words)
-madatobiizu ABO cherry wine (979 words)
-bleach suburban ot4 edits (70 words)
cherry wine
--
"I am not unaware that Uchiha-sama has had a very busy day; I must apologize for adding to it."
Not for keeping tabs on their day, though. Fair enough. If the Akimichi's guest house had been the center of such a storm of bullshit, Izuna would have set spies on it as well.
"It's good that we value each other's time," Madara replied, with a smile on his face that was more of a declaration of war.
Izuna swallowed a groan of despair. Might as well just come out and ask her to stop wasting his, ugh.
And then before Izuna could signal him to get a sniff of his scent token or something, the asshole went and added, "Let's cut to the chase, hm?"
Akimichi regarded Madara almost absently for a second, and then smiled back so genially Izuna started counting the exits in the back of his head. "Of course. I see Uchiha-dono is too impaired for a longer discussion."
... Ouch.
--
pack fuckening
--
He clears his throat, looks away. Crosses his arms defiantly. His ear is red through his shaggy orange hair.
"Kinda assumed I'd see you sooner than this. Is all."
"Oh, waiting for your... revenge?" Edrad teases, and Di Roy snickers back, "Bet that's not what he was waiting for."
Grimmjow could put him out of his misery... Nah. "My next heat?" he asks, casual as possible. Ichigo squints meanly at him, though it looks like that's from forcing himself to look at Grimmjow at all. "Were you waiting?"
"Fuck off."
"Counting the days, huh?"
"Fuuuck off."
Grimmjow smirks wider. Ragging on Di Roy and Yylfordt is fun too, but it doesn't hit the same somehow. "Why the fuck are you tracking my heats, Kurosaki, that's creepy."
"What's with that asshole grin, you put those teeth away or so help m--"
Still smirking because fuck him, Grimmjow tilts his head. "Hm? Aw, I guess it's almost the flattering kind of creepy." (Like hell, 'almost'. As if Grimmjow isn't here right now vaguely hoping that being around that guy will kickstart another one. Harribel told him it was unlikely for another year at least, but hey, maybe he can get laid the normal way too.)
"Yeah, I. I. Nakeem what the hell is that."