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And now I'm enamored of the idea of writing a Ten vs the White and Black Femme!Guardians who look curiously like Martha and Rose! *headdesk* Ten waves it off in the subsequent pages (darn it!), but I'm thinking about the possibilities here. And there's quite a few. *headdesks some more* Would anyone read such a thing?

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Date: 2009-03-30 05:15 pm (UTC);)
If it's any consolation, I'm mostly interested in Ten and the fleet of rubber duckies :3
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:17 pm (UTC)Ten II's little fleet... I still have to decide how much of an eyeful Rose is or isn't going to get!
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:24 pm (UTC)"You and me, and Steve makes three! And Dave has got the video!" Dave can EASILY be replaced with Donna.... :3
ohhhhhhh *imagines wayward floating punk!duckie* *spaces out*... *few minutes later* Wha? OH! RIght! Um... XD; Depends on how she'd react and if he's in "serious" mode or "teasing Rose" mode! And all of that depends, really on if she's looking down. ;)
*has random thoughts of Rose trying to hop in and covering herself with rubber ducks... has conjured up a rather ODD image*
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 05:27 pm (UTC)*laughs* Rose won't be getting in the tub. But... Ten II has to get out at some point! He'll get wrinkly!
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:29 pm (UTC)Ten II's riff on prunes practically writes itself...
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:33 pm (UTC)AND... he'll need SOMEONE to hand him a towel... :3
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 05:42 pm (UTC)MWAAHAHAHHAHA *cough* I love not knowing where it's gonna go! *glee* <33333333333333333333333
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:53 pm (UTC)Wet!Nekkid!Ten II standing there with his hands on his hips, his prim expression contrasting sharply with his state of complete undress...
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:55 pm (UTC)>:3
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 05:57 pm (UTC)Rose fixes her eyes on the rubber ducks, slowly traveling back and forth over the waves created by the tub. If she can just keep herself from looking up-bullocks.
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 06:04 pm (UTC)*adds* As she watches several water droplets trace down his thigh.
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 06:08 pm (UTC)*whether or not "where you want" is tracing down Ten's thigh (or not?)*
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:01 pm (UTC)'Well, some things certainly haven't changed,' she thinks to herself, her face burning with embarrassment (and perhaps something else she isn't quite willing to admit yet).
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-30 06:10 pm (UTC)--------------------
He was dripping wet. And naked. Very wet and very naked. Rose could feel a slight buzzing in her head, and wondered fleetingly just how that body might look under different circumstances. She flushed, and angrily shook herself at the path her thoughts were taking.
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:14 pm (UTC)She knows he's very slender, that's about it (was too shy to look at Christmas).
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:07 pm (UTC)If not? BRAVA! :3 HEHE.
"Oh for-" she stammers before tossing the towel sharply, landing it on his head. She doesn't realize quite how horrid of an idea that is until he removes it, hair slightly damp and completely messy, with a cheeky grin.
"I did ask..."
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Date: 2009-03-30 06:10 pm (UTC)I've got a pretty good idea of how Ten II's going to get out of said tub before he gets all wrinkly... it's just a question of what Rose is and isn't going to see at this point. No towel.
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:26 pm (UTC)How Rose could resist wet!nekkid!Ten II were he to stand up out of the tub is beyond me, save toddlery interference...
I take it this takes place not too long before the end of Moments?
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Date: 2009-03-30 05:41 pm (UTC)Somewhere in the middle. She's still got a fairly large chip on her shoulder. I'm thinking ficlet for