None of this was on purpose, mind you, but there was this one mutinous part of Matt that was chomping at the bit to get Foggy angry enough to lash out at him. Oh Matt.
“What do you really do? I’m waving my chopsticks at you threateningly, FYI.” “Oh no, not that,” Matt drawled, “Anything but tiny, little bamboo sticks. What am I to do?” “Hmmm, answer my question honestly and I’ll consider mercy.” Oh boys. *sporfles* This is too perfect.
“I shouldn’t have asked that, should I?” Foggy’s sheepish voice made Matt’s shoulders sag with relief. “Probably not,” he muttered. “Want to tap out of this conversation?” Under the table, Foggy nudged Matt’s bare foot with his own. “It’s totally fine if you do.” “Yes, please. Sorry.” With each syllable, Matt’s shoulders inched up towards his ears, making Foggy frown. Was Matt really that ashamed? Either Matt’s ashamed or really turned on by the prospect of Foggy chastising him. Either way, I am so here.
She pinned Foggy with another look, “And you could have done so much more with a soul like that.” OUCH.
Gusion is a great choice! : D
It’s hard to explain what exactly happened next. On this plane, Ms. Temple reached across Foggy’s desk and placed two fingertips against Foggy’s forehead, who suddenly found it much harder to move. Foggy felt a shiver of something roll over his entire body but before he could question it, the contact was gone and Ms. Temple was brushing some imaginary dust off of her slacks. On another plane however, a hole in the shape of a human soul suddenly took up residence in one of its dustier corners, invisible to this other plane’s inhabitants. In Hell, Matt paused in his movements over a soul he had strung out over the rack. Something with his contract with Foggy had shifted. He concentrated a bit harder on the feeling. Ah, just Gusion making the necessary preparations. She always was good at that. Ooooooo, what was that?!?!?!?!
Re: Applied Contract Law, 5/?
CLAIRE! YAY!
None of this was on purpose, mind you, but there was this one mutinous part of Matt that was chomping at the bit to get Foggy angry enough to lash out at him.
Oh Matt.
“What do you really do? I’m waving my chopsticks at you threateningly, FYI.”
“Oh no, not that,” Matt drawled, “Anything but tiny, little bamboo sticks. What am I to do?”
“Hmmm, answer my question honestly and I’ll consider mercy.”
Oh boys. *sporfles* This is too perfect.
“I shouldn’t have asked that, should I?” Foggy’s sheepish voice made Matt’s shoulders sag with relief.
“Probably not,” he muttered.
“Want to tap out of this conversation?” Under the table, Foggy nudged Matt’s bare foot with his own. “It’s totally fine if you do.”
“Yes, please. Sorry.” With each syllable, Matt’s shoulders inched up towards his ears, making Foggy frown. Was Matt really that ashamed?
Either Matt’s ashamed or really turned on by the prospect of Foggy chastising him. Either way, I am so here.
She pinned Foggy with another look, “And you could have done so much more with a soul like that.”
OUCH.
Gusion is a great choice! : D
It’s hard to explain what exactly happened next. On this plane, Ms. Temple reached across Foggy’s desk and placed two fingertips against Foggy’s forehead, who suddenly found it much harder to move. Foggy felt a shiver of something roll over his entire body but before he could question it, the contact was gone and Ms. Temple was brushing some imaginary dust off of her slacks.
On another plane however, a hole in the shape of a human soul suddenly took up residence in one of its dustier corners, invisible to this other plane’s inhabitants.
In Hell, Matt paused in his movements over a soul he had strung out over the rack. Something with his contract with Foggy had shifted. He concentrated a bit harder on the feeling.
Ah, just Gusion making the necessary preparations. She always was good at that.
Ooooooo, what was that?!?!?!?!