Reasons why my beta is better than yours

[huggeroftrees]

All was quiet in the flat but for the tappity tappity of keys. Ficcage was occurring. Ideas were flowing, dialogue was being polished, scenarios were being described and all was well. Until a great wail went up from our beloved author.

"How Do Two People Of The Same Height Hug?!!!"

Oh, there was a wailing and gnashing of teeth. The internet was consulted (did you know there's a WikiHow on How to Hug? No, me neither). And lo, was the beta bombarded with questions. But bless her heart she didn't stumble, she didn't quail. No. She jumped to her feet.

"Person in this house who loves me" she summoned! "Come hither, for a person on the internet that you vaguely know needs us to model some positions." And he did come hither and with the aid of a stool they did model my sketchily described positions until they found one that worked.

And this is why my beta is better than yours. Thanks darlin' And to himself. You guys ROCK.

Comments

[biodamped]

God I love you. And those two. Get over here all three of you. I have hugging to do.

[huggeroftrees]

GO TO BED. Hugging later. Sleep nao.

[biodamped]

Hug me to sleep?

[huggeroftrees]

Awww. Poor li'l mite. Come on then. Into bed. I will sit on the side and stroke hair until you go to sleep. But no singing. I'll tell you the story of Polly and Mal and their trip to the ballet to see Princess-Who-Is-Also-A-Swan-Until-The-Idiot-Prince-Shoots-Her’

[biodamped]

mmm. yesh. *snuggles*

How's that story go? Why are Polly and Mal at the ballet? Is there coffee involved?

[huggeroftrees]

They are at the Ballet because Mal's ex-lover invited them to go. And they are going to have a mini-row and then a moment. But there is much description of opera cloaks and waistcoats and uniforms and later, if you're good, there will be coffee.

[biodamped]

Shiny! I can read this when it's done?