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valarltd...And Plif That Goes Bump in the Night
A Drabble by Angel
100 words, excluding header
George's, except the Marvel insert that belongs to someone else.
Bump.
“Han.”
Thump.
“Han!”
“Smatta?”
“Shhhh. Something’s outside the shelter. Get your blaster.”
“Lotsa stuff outside.” Han rolled over to go back to sleep.
Luke resorted to dirty tactics: leaning over and nibbling the spot behind his lover’s ear that made him thrust against the empty air.
“Awright!” Han seized Luke and kissed him thoroughly.
“The noises?” Luke reminded him “Let’s check.”
“Spoilsport.” Han sat up and reached for his boots. Gone. They opened the shelterseal to a sight out of a holocomedy.
“Kid, you gotta quit leaving our boots where the hoojibs can get them for their Moon Races.”
Hoojibs here And Plif was their leader.
A Drabble by Angel
100 words, excluding header
George's, except the Marvel insert that belongs to someone else.
Bump.
“Han.”
Thump.
“Han!”
“Smatta?”
“Shhhh. Something’s outside the shelter. Get your blaster.”
“Lotsa stuff outside.” Han rolled over to go back to sleep.
Luke resorted to dirty tactics: leaning over and nibbling the spot behind his lover’s ear that made him thrust against the empty air.
“Awright!” Han seized Luke and kissed him thoroughly.
“The noises?” Luke reminded him “Let’s check.”
“Spoilsport.” Han sat up and reached for his boots. Gone. They opened the shelterseal to a sight out of a holocomedy.
“Kid, you gotta quit leaving our boots where the hoojibs can get them for their Moon Races.”
Hoojibs here And Plif was their leader.
