245. R/L fic. G.
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The slash is subtle. If you're not looking for it, it isn't there. A little ficlet about Lister post-Rimmer.
A break from all of that anal-retentive smeg is just what he needed.
I always have a harder time writing Lister...
A break from all of that anal-retentive smeg is just what he needed.
I always have a harder time writing Lister...
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Date: 2006-03-06 11:10 am (UTC)Baked Bean Bombshells Volume 15
Gah - my virgin brain! Perfect, but eeeh!
"This is the last load, right? I've been at this all day. I'm not a dog, ya know."
Very Cat.
Lister had never felt a single pang of guilt about saving his beloved guitar, certainly not when the price was a chunk of wood out of a chest that Rimmer couldn't touch, a reminder of a father who didn't love him.
Uhuh. Keep telling yourself that, Dave.
The empty chair behind him was a presence of absence, a thunderous silence.
Nice. I like how this is subtly hinted at with the back of Lister's neck itching.
Great work, as usual!
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Date: 2006-03-06 05:46 pm (UTC)Danke for the comments!