via Chat, or, Why I Love My Friends…

"I had a dream last night, and you were in it."

"Uh oh."

"no, you were hot, as usual."

"what was I doing?"

"I was suspended, and you were throwing feathers at me. like, MOUNDS of feathers. and after a few of them started to stick, you started chopping off the ropes and saying that the feathers would cushion my fall, that you’d done it a million times…and i fell, and broke both my legs. then you tied them all straight and demanded that i waltz with you…and i did, and it was super fun…very strange."

"Ooo…I like it…We can do that at Shibaricon."

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