LIBRAIAN 35
Another no-color one. I’ll pick… Red. And this one I want two sentences from.
“You’ve been quite generous in sharing your memories. Actually, you’ve been shoving them down my throat.” - Exile’s Honor by Mercedes Lackey
Wyoming can’t help but look up when Butch enters the cafeteria. Of course he always looks when Butch shows up, but when Butch is dressed down he just can’t help but… Please stop, Gamma’s voice echoes in Wyoming’s mind. Stop what, old chap? Undressing him with your mind. And please, do not try to deny it, Reggie. I am literally integrated with your mind, and find your fixation upon him shoved into my awareness every night when you sleep. Also… I doubt he is that flexible. Wyoming just blushes.
