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[ What. What. What is this. IS PIPER LINKING HIM FANFICTION? ]

Well this looks spicy.

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Yeah, she said she took a little stronger take on things this time, compared to Exported.

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[ First adorable candid Len photos and now this. He should be good. He should really be good. He should . . . ]

Is this the kind of stuff you're polishing your flute to these days?
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[ If James is home right now, he can probably hear Piper swear loudly. ]

[socialactivillain]

DELETE THIS.

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I REFUSE

[socialactivillain]

Delete this or go buy a new phone after I delete it for you.

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I already emailed it to myself

[ And only a few seconds later he's bursting into Piper's room. ]

Please be decent! [ A REALLY ATTRACTIVE SNORTCACKLE ] Oh my god you nerd. That stuff's not even real porn!

[socialactivillain]

[ He's sitting cross legged at the head of his bed with Francisco and a couple chinchilla toys taking up most of the rest of the bed. ]

Porn isn't the point of it! And anyway that link wasn't even for you.

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Oh, yeah, right, my bad, it's all about the story. Throbbing whatevers have nothing to do with it.

[socialactivillain]

Most of them aren't even— Why am I bothering to explain this to you.

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Even what? Throbbing? Turgid? Erect?

[socialactivillain]

[ He leans back against the headboard, covering his face with a pillow and groaning loudly. ]

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[ James throws himself onto the bed, cackling. ]

I thought you were too good for this stuff!

[socialactivillain]

Just because I didn't want to read three dozen pages of you getting pegged by Kate Mulgrew.

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That was a subplot! Give me some credit for nuance, Piper.

[socialactivillain]

I will not.

[ Francisco climbs onto James and puts his butt in his face, as is the tradition of small mammals and their humans. ]

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'sup, Cisquito.

[ Gentle butt scratch as he relocates him to somewhere less faceward. Lap. Sounds good. ]

So you won't read my spicy holodeck fantasies but you'll read whatever the hell this is? Some friend you are. Better be good. Should I read it out loud?

[socialactivillain]

I would really appreciate it if you didn't.

[ His face is still mostly under the pillow, though he has been peeking out from under it since that dig about James' self insert Star Trek fanfic. ]

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You're so cute when you're totally humiliated.

[ James pulls out his phone, humming the Masterpiece Theater music as he pulls up the link again. ]

"A Memory, Returned by ClementineDreams." What, like the orange? "Mature Audiences—" Nice, nice, we're all mature dudes here, "M/M," I assume that's man-on-man, nice, "Irvin Grant/Gregory Martin. Imports, espionage, sequel, NSFW, established relationship, post-war."

The hell's N-S-F-W? Making me feel old here with all these code words.

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[ He groans and pulls the pillow back up over his eyes. ]

"Not safe for work".

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Man, they used to call those lemons back on the newsgroups. Millennials.

[socialactivillain]

Lemons? How is that less confusing?

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There was a whole citrus-based— you know what, not important.

"Irvin returns from being ported out again with new memories of home, and it changes how he sees Gregory. In the aftermath of the end of the war, can they finally express their love?" Oh man, I bet they totally can.

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James, I'm giving you fair warning. If you keep going, I am going to kick you in the face. And you've been warned, so you can't complain if it breaks your nose.