Jonathan is, at this very moment in time space and what have you, sitting in his office and typing at the computer. While he is doing this, of course, he is letting Gilly meander around the officer. What? It's not like there's stray fear gas cannisters about or anything.
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 notsogoldenbook :: (no subject) [+82]
July 2007
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John laughs and lifts Gilly into the air. "Your papa's nuts, baby." "Welll. Who would you suggest, then?" He so very much is. It's just...channeled differently now. >_>
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