helicon, the lounge. Nuriko is teaching cbSquall how to put on eyeliner, complete with a series of "ow! my retina!"s. Noin has recieved the latest missive and is reading it while sipping her tea. Hilde has already read it and is flicking through the pages of a cookbook, whereas Duo, impatient, leans over Noin's shoulder to take a look.

Duo: Jesus H. Christ! Are /any/ of that girl's muses /not/ het?

Noin: Well, Quistis, hopefully.

Nuriko: Squall /can't/ be...

Hilde: ...for our sake, if no-one else's. UST is /not/ Seifer's thing.

Duo: Yeah, but think, are any of us fic muses - not counting origfic - actually, y'know, straight?

Nuriko: I'm straight.

Duo:...apart from the straight-woman-trapped-in-a-gay-man's-body over there, obviously.

The muses look around, as if expecting het versions of themselves to pop out of the woodwork.

Hilde: ...I'm disgusted. Doesn't that count as sexual discrimination?

Xu: *wanders in* doesn't /what/ count as sexual discrimination?

Duo: *grabs the missive and laptop and hides them* Uhh... the fact that the only heteronyms we ever get to talk to are the female ones.

Hilde: Yeah. The male ones are kept well out of sight. She's afraid Duo'll jump them, or something.

Xu: Duo probably /would/. Heard anything from the other brain?

Nuriko: Nothin' new.

Xu sighs and wanders out again. Duo, Hilde and Nuriko breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Noin: You three are /evil/.

Hilde: 'swhy you love us. Hey, where'd cbSquall go?

Nuriko: Wanted to show Seifer his eyeliner.

tonight, matthew, i'm going to be in touch with my evil side. to whit: people who eat over the computer keyboard are evil. people who eat and drink over the keyboard are doubly evil. making people who eat, drink /and/ smoke over the keyboard, of course, triply evil. Oops. Never mind.

However, i should be forgiven my inherent evilness because today i am mostly eating yellow food. Something to do with going to the fridge and discovering baby corn, peppers and mushrooms which all Needed To Be Eaten And Quick, as well as Enough Chicken To Feed Me For A Month from last week's late-night supermarketting, and therefore was obliged to eat stirfry. With lemon juice, because i'm bored of soy sauce. In fact, with the juice of two lemons because i'm addicted to the damn things (insert joke about yaoific categorisations here). And then i drank my nice jasmine tea, which is also yellow. And then i lit up with my yellow lighter.

I don't /like/ the colour yellow. It ranks just behind orange in the Great List Of Colours I Don't Like, which contains approximately two colours. But mmm, yellow food nice. Think there's a yellow food diet? Like the C diet, only involving a colour instead of words beginning with a letter.

And some pretty pretty rather large moth just flew in, and it was all yellow, too. Except for the brown patterny bits. Oh, dammit, coldplay moment.

I'll be over here in the corner developing jaundice and doing a Charlotte Perkins Gilman. And listening to Mick Jagger say "seer-sucker-suit". And then giggling about the vague recollection of rolling stones fanfiction...