So much fail.

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So my lost purse with my debit card (now hot carded) and I think with A Movable Feast (thankfully already finished, though I'm one of the few in my class who likes it, damn it)? Also had my flash drive in it. And I hadn't sent important paper to my prof while all fucked up with sleep dep like I thought I had. And it was only on that lost flashdrive.

So! I'll be writing more than one paper while staying up tonight. What does this additional bit of stress mean? My loss is your gain.

Drabble trading. Yes, I know I had prompts open, but they're closed except to someone who'd asked about a fandom before I wrote this entry. This is more stress than usual, and I need something to keep me from hiding in the library basement's bathroom and never, ever, ever coming out again. There are sinks in that bathroom, and a surprisingly clean floor. I could make it until starvation set in, and so few people come along it would be years before they found my body.

You write me one drabble (and I'll be loose in the definition of this), and I'll write you two--basically, I write one, you write one, I give you another. Rinse and repeat for however long you like. I'm crossposting this with my fandom journal.

And . . . go!

ETA: Tomorrow, 4/24/2008, at 11:59:59 p.m., the drabble trade will officially be Over. By which I mean I will answer any submitted before that time with the two to one deal, but merely admire and feedback any submitted after. Because of this, you can submit as many as you want without waiting for me to catch up (and even make vague suggestions I might follow for my responses). So. Last chance. TWO TO ONE. GO!

(If I'm flooded, I'm going to try to have all my responses back by the end of finals, but I make no guarantees other than there will be responses to everything submitted before 12:00:00 4/25.)

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Re: Second Guy/Kakashi

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[AU, whoo! Maybe I will kick this depressing canon-based stuff.]

Kakashi always smelled of burnt clover and old ink, always had smears of it along his lips like he sucked on his pens while grading and imprinted in the whorls of his thumbs from the constant reading. If it wasn't a paper or a photocopied journal article, then he had a cheap Harlequin novel on hand and a demeanor that demanded silence as he finished this one last passage. Guy always immediately interrupted, or else Kakashi would move to the next and the next, always seeing how far he could push it this time.

The first time they'd met was the record. One hundred and fifteen pages (and two paragraphs) and then Kakashi had finished the entire book and turned to stare at Guy, who wordlessly offered up the pen that had slid from Kakashi's open lips a couple hours before.

It was an instant and mutual fascination, though Kakashi would never own up in person (though he'd once spent a week answering Kakashi's e-mail for him and had caught in a reply that Kakashi had cited as his important reason why he kept driving away his grad students as "not one has waited for me to finish my damn book").

Despite appearances, Kakashi was a worthy academic rival. It was a stretch to publish before Kakashi, a push to just keep up with his output.

Better, though, than their rivalry, was this, the slide of hands through hair and against skin, the warm shared beds and trading off who cooked breakfast in the morning, the way that Kakashi chose Guy's office to hide in every time despite the dean having figured it out ages ago.

Kakashi might have said it was the way that Guy shared his grad students for grading periods, but his lips would smile if he said it, and his firm grip on Guy's arm would tell the lie.