fic post chapter 3 of Talk it Through, As -- No, Fuck YOU!

[phosfate]

After listening to days of horror stories from me (often literally - "Okay, do you have any kind of sense memory of where you might have put the keys?" "[broken sobbing]") Rosencrantz made an awesome technical difficulties screen:



Note that he did at least three versions last night, sending them to me while I waited three hours for a cab that never came.

Chapter 3 is rat cheer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40778211/chapters/102594726

Comments

[crantz]

*HOLD*

a fucking borrower took your keys as interior art, I bet

[phosfate]

I hate those little cockbites.

[crantz]

Time to set out the traps again

[phosfate]

The nice thing is you can bury them in old check boxes.