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Fic -- The Soul is Eternal [Sep. 27th, 2008|04:33 am]
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Title: The Soul is Eternal
Rating: T
Word Count: 3660
Characters: Captain Cold, the Top; cameos by Barter and a special guest.
Summary: Somewhat like a buddy comedy-drama, although here the buddies hate each other and steal corpses.
Warnings: Profanity. Len loves his &^%$ing profanity.
Note: Part Two of a two-piece fic (here's Part One), set approximately in current times. FYI, this is Barter, from the Hawk and Dove series (he's the one on the right; Roscoe's on the left, in his new body...you can tell it's him by the pun).




This was certainly one of the more unusual situations Len had found himself in; he was engaged in a planning session with a ghost. As much as he usually hated to hear the other guy natter on, he mostly stayed quiet and took notes, as he’d been instructed. The ghost couldn’t write anything himself, and he did know what he was talking about.
“First of all, we’re going to need a corpse for me,” Roscoe began. “Or someone who’s brain-dead. I’m not really picky, although it has to be very recent, and I’d prefer a male in reasonably good condition.”
Len bit his tongue, rather than snark at him about so many of the things he’d just said.
“And then we’re going to need a body for Lisa. Again, it has to be recent, and since she won’t be able to alter it like I can, it should probably be that of a young woman. We’ll never hear the end of it if she doesn’t like the body we choose for her. And…hmm…”
“And what?” Len asked.
“Well, the real problem will be figuring out how to get her soul into the body. I’d like to consult a mystic about it.”
“How are we gonna do that?”
“I know a few. I had to talk to someone the last time I came back.”
“So are we going to dig up a body?”
“God, no, that’d be disgusting. We’ll go to the morgue or the hospital. Or we could find an accident scene…those have been very fruitful for me in the past…or cause an accident to get a nice fresh one.”
“You’re a real freak, Dillon.”
“Desperate times require desperate measures. Are you in, or aren’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make me handle the stiffs or anything. When do we start?”
“As soon as possible.”

Len had done a lot of crazy things in his life -- he’d even sneaked into a morgue to steal a corpse before -- but this had to be the creepiest mission he’d ever gone on. Taking the body of Professor Zoom so the Rogues could give him a funeral was a lot less ghoulish than stealing a stranger’s corpse so a ghost could inhabit it, and it bothered him that Roscoe was so calm about it. For his part, Roscoe had done this before, and thus considered it a fairly routine operation.

Len carried some breaking and entering tools and spare clothes in a bag, and crept quietly into the morgue, hoping the ghost was following him.
Goddammit, this is creepy, he thought to himself as he looked around. The place smelled strongly of antiseptic and decay, and he wanted to get the hell out.
“Find a fresh male,” Roscoe told him, and both wandered around the facility, checking the notes on the body drawers. Len knew there had to be guards or attendants around, and prayed he didn’t run into them or attract their attention; it would be a fairly difficult situation for even Captain Cold to explain.

“Hey, this guy died today,” Len whispered as he bent over a bottom drawer.
“Open it.”
He jimmied the lock on the drawer and pulled it open, turning away in revulsion. The body was of an elderly man who had clearly been in poor health when he died.
“Find another,” Roscoe said crisply. He had already inhabited an old man’s body before, and didn’t really enjoy the experience. Len closed the drawer as quietly as possible, and both went back to searching for a more suitable corpse.
“Ah, here’s one,” Roscoe announced a few minutes later, and Len broke open the drawer. This body was of a young man in his early twenties, clearly the victim of a car accident. His injuries were awful, and Len winced at the sight, but the ghost was pleased.
“This is perfect! Now then…hmm…will I actually be able to hop into it..?”
“What do you mean, ‘will’ you be able? I thought that’s what you do!”
“The last time…I needed a little help. Now shut up and let me try, please.”
Len was pissed, wondering if this trip had all been for nothing. It was not the kind of jaunt he wanted to waste his time on. He was turning away in disgust and anger when he suddenly heard a rustling noise behind him.
The corpse was moving.
As he stared at it in shock, the eyes opened and it let out a low groan.
“Holy shit!” Len yelped, and took a few steps back.
“It’s me, you idiot,” the corpse croaked, and put a shaky hand to its head. “This is so disorienting.”
Len didn’t think there was anything quite so horrifying as a pale naked man with obvious physical trauma attempting to sit up. His broken neck flopped to one side, which Roscoe roughly wrenched into place with a hideous cracking sound.
“Give me the clothes and let’s go. I would really like to lie down,” the former corpse rasped feebly, and Len helped dress him in the spare clothes they’d brought. Roscoe’s walking was awkward and clumsy, so Len stole a wheelchair, forced him into it, and hurriedly wheeled him out of the building to the nearby getaway car.

Len spent the rest of the day getting stinking drunk, trying to forget that he’d just seen a dead guy rise from a slab, and that the aforementioned dead guy was now sleeping it off in his bed. Roscoe was weak and exhausted, still trying to heal the injuries to his host body, and Len let him take all the time he needed. He also couldn’t believe he’d helped resurrect one of his worst enemies (especially after he’d taken the time to kill him in the first place, and Roscoe had vowed revenge). But he’d done it all for Lisa, so she could come back to life. The one thing the two men had in common was their love for her. However, Len suspected their truce would last only as long as they needed each other, and then hostilities would begin anew.

Two days after regaining physical form, Roscoe was out of bed and ravenously hungry. He quickly emptied the contents of Len’s fridge and cupboards, eating anything he could find. His new body was mostly healed, but strangely gaunt -- hence the desperate need to eat -- and had dark circles around its eyes. He still didn’t look entirely healthy.
“What the hell?” Len exclaimed when he woke up and found his guest eating all his food.
“I’m hungry.”
“I fucking guess so! You gonna replace that food?”
“With what money? I’m legally dead.”
“….fine. Guess I’m lucky you’re not eating my brain or something, you fucking zombie…”
“Not much sustenance in it,” Roscoe retorted with his mouth full, and turned back to his food as Len wandered off in disgust to watch TV.

Roscoe had been thinking intently to himself as he ate, and returned to his ponderings after the other man left the room. Now that he’d returned to the living, he could get his revenge on Len, just as he’d always planned. He didn’t really need him anymore, not even to bring back Lisa, and was still angry about being killed. However, she’d surely be upset with him if he hurt her brother, so with some resignation, he decided not to harm him. There were other ways of getting payback.

The next day, Roscoe spent much of the afternoon using Len’s computer, which he claimed was for “fact-finding” purposes. Len didn’t have much interest in what his roommate was doing and left him alone most of the time, which was probably for the best; Roscoe blocked the screen whenever he wandered by anyway.
“There better not be dude porn on it when you’re done,” Len advised him, and Roscoe snorted.
Why are your only bookmarks to porn sites? That’s pathetic and creepy.”
“What else is the Internet for? Top-fetish sites?”
“I do not have a top fetish.”
Len merely laughed. “I know all about you, you freak. Lisa told me stuff.”
As a matter of fact, Lisa had never told him anything particularly racy about her boyfriend (nothing he’d listened to, at any rate), but the bluff was worth it to see Roscoe squirm. Still laughing, Len left to go buy groceries as Roscoe clenched his teeth and began printing out photos and files from the site he was visiting.

His Internet research had paid off, and after a few phone calls, Roscoe had the number of Barter, the old associate who had helped him acquire his last body. Barter wasn’t entirely delighted to hear from him, however.
“As I recall, Mr Dillon, you didn’t fulfill the terms of our deal.”
“Well…I did the best I could. I did get Hawk to stop working as a hero, which I’m sure helped your operations.”
“But you didn’t stop Dove, nor did you kill either of them!”
“All I want is information, Barter --- please. I have Captain Cold working with me, and I’m sure we can hammer something out.”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line.
“…all right, just so long as you understand that you owe me. What do you want?”
“To find someone experienced in raising the dead.”

“Why do I hang out with you?” Len grumbled the next day as they walked to their appointment. “You’re an asshole and you have weird friends.”
“And you shattered me into a hundred pieces. I suppose that makes us fairly similar.”
“You don’t even look right. What the hell is up with your eyes?”
Roscoe’s eyes were extremely bloodshot and slightly crossed. It might have been comical if it didn’t seem so eerie.
“The body wasn’t as fresh as I would have liked,” he admitted. “It’s malfunctioning a bit. Turns out there are limits on how long it can be dead but still viable…a learning experience, I guess. I can always jump into another one.”
Len said nothing, but wondered for the thousandth time what his sister ever saw in him; he hoped that maybe she’d dump him upon seeing his bizarre eyes, or whatever else might be wrong with his corpse body. The man couldn’t wear sunglasses forever.

“In here, I believe,” Roscoe announced, pointing at a nondescript storefront. “After you, of course.”
Len glowered at him as they went inside. The front room looked like any ordinary office, nothing to arouse the suspicions of a casual observer, but the rooms behind it were reminiscent of a gloomy haunted house. It reminded both men of their stays in Hell, actually, and made them distinctly uncomfortable. They stood closer to each other than usual.
“Welcome,” a tall woman dressed in red greeted them, and Roscoe stood up straighter to make himself seem more imposing.
“You’re the Necromancer..?” he asked cautiously, and she smiled.
“It’s one of the things I do, although I don’t usually call myself that,” she replied. “How can I help you?”
“We want to resurrect a soul,” Roscoe said, and she scrutinized him carefully.
“You’ve recently returned yourself; I can see it all over you,” she mused, taking his chin in her hands and moving his head around slightly to get a better look at him. He stood frozen in place, unaccustomed to being touched by strangers, and suddenly quite frightened of her.
“Yes, this isn’t even close to being your original body. You’ve been dead several times. How do you keep coming back?”
“I…” was all he could say, suddenly aware that this woman could probably do terrible things to his soul, the one part of him that stayed alive and strong despite his repeated deaths. He began to sweat, and Len didn’t like where this was going.
“Okay, enough. Yes he’s dead, yes he’s a pain in the ass, and yes he was ugly even before he got into this body, but he’s not why we’re here. We want to bring back my sister,” he said, yanking Roscoe out of her grip. Shaken, Roscoe moved behind the other man to get away from the priestess, and even Len couldn’t bring himself to make fun of him for being afraid.
“I understand,” she replied. “Do you have a body?”

“What the fuck was all that?” Len asked as they headed back to the hospital. He was driving, while Roscoe sat in the passenger seat and simply looked stunned.
“I don’t know.”
“Do we really need her?”
“Yes, or somebody like her. Believe me, that’s not what I want either. She was staring into my soul…it felt like she could have ripped it out at any moment. As though she wanted to consume it, or keep it in a bell jar.” He shuddered.
“Well, now we gotta go body-hunting, which I’m sure will cheer you up.”
“I’ve had enough for one day…but yes. We’ve come this far, we need to keep going. We can have Lisa back soon.”
“So, we’re looking for a young woman,” Len stated.
“Correct. Preferably one that looks like her. The freshness isn’t as important, though, since the mystical ceremony should take care of the body’s condition.”
“I really hate the way you say ‘freshness’.”

They visited several morgues -- and were discovered once, forced to make a run for it -- before finding a satisfactory body. It was a beautiful young blonde who’d died of a drug overdose, and painfully reminded them both of the woman they’d lost.
“This was someone else’s sister,” Len said sombrely as they hauled her body out of the morgue in a hospital laundry cart, buried under linens.
“We can’t help this one. We can bring back Lisa,” Roscoe reminded him.
“That’s the only thing that keeps me going,” Len admitted with a weary sigh.

They returned to the priestess’ office with the body, and she began to prepare for the ritual. Roscoe kept a wary eye on her, still not liking the way she looked at him, which Len had to admit he found very funny.
“We’ll need some blood from her brother,” the priestess announced, pulling out a huge gilded knife. Len looked at it with dismay, but was willing to do anything to help Lisa, even after a large cut was made in his palm and the blood collected in a bowl.
“And from you, Ghost, I need you to take your clothes off,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Roscoe simply looked appalled.
“I don’t think so! What for?”
“You were her boyfriend, were you not? To help anchor her to our world, we’ll use blood from her brother and sex from her lover…although I’ll spare you from actually having intercourse with the corpse. Unless, of course, you want to.”
“Fuck no,” Roscoe muttered, the only time Len could ever recall hearing him swear.
“Stop being a whiny bitch and take `em off, Dillon. I’ll turn away.”
“This is ridiculous,” Roscoe grumbled under his breath as he peeled off his clothes and sullenly sat down naked on the floor.
“You only have to be naked. I have to look at you,” Len grunted, sitting across from him on the other side of the corpse. “Cover up your junk better or I’ll hit you.”
“Be silent!” the priestess ordered them. “Both of you, take one of her hands. Use your wounded hand,” she instructed Len. “I will perform the ritual.”

She began to chant as she sprinkled blood and powder over the corpse, and Roscoe could feel a terrible wrenching sensation, as though his soul was being pulled from his borrowed body. His head was pounding, and he saw bright bursts of light exploding in front of his eyes. And then Lisa was standing in front of him, smiling; but when he reached for her, their hands went right through each other, and suddenly she was gone.

Len was shaking him as his body convulsed with life.
“Wake up, you stupid zombie, you’re ruining everything! You passed out!”
“No, he momentarily left his body,” the priestess noted calmly, bending over him. “I wonder why?”
“I saw Lisa…” Roscoe murmured, his lips flecked with foam and blood. “Don’t let her get away…”
“She hasn’t gone anywhere,” the priestess said with a smile, getting up to wash her hands. “Enjoy your reunion.”
Len’s eyes widened, and he immediately rushed to the sheet-draped body, pulling off the cover. “Lisa..?”
“Lenny!” the young woman exclaimed, sitting up to hug him. “Oh my God, it’s so good to see you! Where am I?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said through happy tears, hugging her more tightly than he’d ever held anyone. “I can’t believe it worked…it worked…”

Roscoe slowly pulled himself from his prone position on the floor, looking like death warmed over, and Lisa narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out why he seemed slightly familiar.
“Wait…Roscoe, is that you?”
“Yes,” he replied, almost shy. They’d been apart when she died, busy with their own lives, which seemed monumentally stupid and selfish now. He was embarrassed by his own foolishness, and suddenly afraid she wouldn’t want him.
“I’m so glad to see you too!” she declared affectionately, flinging her arms around him and pulling him close. “Don’t leave me again!”
“I won’t,” he whispered between choked sobs as they embraced. “Never.”
“Jeez, put some clothes on already, you two,” Len demanded, a bit jealous at losing the focus of her attention. “If I have to look at Dillon’s bare ass another second, I’ll go blind.”
“Oh, Lenny…” Lisa cooed, putting an arm around him. “Don’t be so sour. I love you too.”
Roscoe gallantly offered his clothes to her, and wrapped her sheet around himself.
“It’s a toga,” he said cheerfully, his mood significantly improved by the happy reunion.
“Take me home, boys --- I want to get caught up, and I’m sooo hungry,” Lisa told them, and they were happy to oblige. They paid the priestess a huge stack of money, the entire haul from Len’s last robbery, and returned to the apartment.

The entire evening was spent in Len’s living room, eating, talking, and laughing. The guys explained how they’d brought her back, and she wasn’t bothered by having a new body. She’d understood when Roscoe had returned in Henry Allen’s body, and accepted that having a new one of her own was a fair price for returning to life. Len was a bit disconcerted by her new appearance and the memory of it recently belonging to a sad-looking corpse, but was happy to have her back, and Roscoe simply didn’t care about her change. He was now accustomed to swapping bodies.

After hours of lively conversation, Lisa yawned and laid her head against Roscoe’s shoulder.
“Time to sleep, hon?” he inquired, and she nodded.
“Lenny…would it be all right if we slept in your bed?” she begged. “The couch isn’t big enough for both of us. Pleeeeease?”
Len was not impressed at being kicked out of his own bed, much less so his sister could sleep with her boyfriend, but acquiesced. He could rarely say no to her.
“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing her brother on the cheek. “Don’t worry, there’ll be no hanky-panky tonight. I’m way too tired.”
True to her word, the couple simply snuggled in each other’s arms and slept.

The next morning was another matter entirely, though they kept it quiet; having Len pound on the door would have been a real mood-killer.
“Oh, I missed you,” Lisa sighed in post-coital bliss, resting her head on his chest. “And your current body is such an improvement over Henry’s.”
“That’s right, I guess the last time we did it was with his,” he mused contentedly. “Far too long ago.”
“Where’d you get this one?” she asked.
Roscoe thought to himself for a few moments. Now that Lisa was back, perhaps it was finally time for his revenge. The relevant files were stashed in his suitcase.
“Lisa, what do you know about my last death?”

Fifteen minutes later, Lisa stormed out of the bedroom in search of her brother.
“Lenny!” she screamed furiously, a folder in her hand, which she threw at him when he looked confused.
“What? What’s wrong, sis?”
“You murdered Roscoe!”
“Shit…” he muttered. “It’s not as bad as it sounds…” he began, but she cut him off.
“You even killed him the same way I was killed! How could you do that? You know what he means to me!”
“You were dead!” Len protested. “And he was threatening me!”
“You didn’t have to kill him, Lenny!”
She went back into the bedroom, gathering what few things she and her boyfriend owned, while Len stood helplessly still. He bent down to look at the folder she’d tossed, and found it full of printed police reports and graphic photos of Roscoe’s half-frozen body parts. He stared at it in shock, and suddenly became aware of Roscoe standing nearby, a slight smile on his face.

“I broke into the police’s files, and found their report on my death. They catalogued quite extensive evidence of my remains in the aftermath of the ‘Rogue War’,” Roscoe said calmly, his smile broadening. “Did you know they dumped the pieces in an unmarked grave?”
Len felt sick. “I’m…sorry.”
“No, you’re sorry she found out. I’m not an idiot, Len. Anyway, we’ll be going now.”
“Where are you gonna go?”
“I’ve already reserved an apartment across town. It’s amazing what one can do on the Internet.”
“With what money?”
“That would be telling,” Roscoe said with a wink and a smirk. “But just so you know, I now consider us even.”
“Let’s go, baby,” Lisa declared, glaring at her brother. “He makes me so mad I want to hit him.”
“Violence isn’t always the answer, Lisa,” Roscoe replied with that enigmatic smile. “Sometimes it’s better to get payback in other ways.”

And with that, the couple slammed the door behind them.


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[User Picture]From: vengefulacorn
2008-09-27 06:42 pm (UTC)
I loved the contrast in viewpoints: Len's "Oh crap, we're stealing a body-this is creepy!" versus Roscoe's "oh look, its Tuesday. Time for a new body."

The banter was hilarious! There were times you could almost believe they were becoming friends. And clearly, Len has more self-restraint than I do-Roscoe's first line of dialogue had me laughing aloud and snarking at my monitor. I don't think he meant it *quite* the way it sounded!

As for Roscoe's revenge, at least Len got to spend a few hours with Lisa before she got riled up at him. Not quite a happy ending, but hopefully she'll forgive Len soon.

I'm a sucker for a fun ghost/zombie/resurrection story, and this was an excellent way to kick off the Halloween season! Kudos, Lia!
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-09-27 08:08 pm (UTC)
I loved the contrast in viewpoints: Len's "Oh crap, we're stealing a body-this is creepy!" versus Roscoe's "oh look, its Tuesday. Time for a new body."

Heh, yeah, I imagine when you do it enough times, it becomes pretty routine. This (or whenever he comes back in canon) would be at least Replacement Body #4. What has always worried me is his fondness for accident victims, since all his known replacement bodies died in accidents.

The banter was hilarious! There were times you could almost believe they were becoming friends. And clearly, Len has more self-restraint than I do-Roscoe's first line of dialogue had me laughing aloud and snarking at my monitor. I don't think he meant it *quite* the way it sounded!

If the circumstances were different, I think they could be grudging friends...but there's just too much bad blood between them (both are alpha males who want to lead the Rogues, and Len seems to be really touchy about the sister-dating thing). Still, I think they have at least some respect for each other. I find the relationship between them awfully fascinating.

As for Roscoe's revenge, at least Len got to spend a few hours with Lisa before she got riled up at him. Not quite a happy ending, but hopefully she'll forgive Len soon.

It'll probably take a little while, but she'll forgive him eventually. They're too close not to, although even in canon they had a lot of strife. Both too stubborn for their own good.

I'm a sucker for a fun ghost/zombie/resurrection story, and this was an excellent way to kick off the Halloween season! Kudos, Lia!

Thank you! :) Wasn't sure if I should post it closer to Halloween, but hey.
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[User Picture]From: runenklinge
2008-09-27 07:39 pm (UTC)
wow...ouch!
Roscoe is a bastard (I know you´re his biggest fan, but still...)
He was clearly "justified" to get revenge on his murderer, but still...that was harsh.

He could rarely say no to her.
Brothers can´t, it´s a law^^


But he’d done it all for Lisa, so she could come back to life. The one thing the two men had in common was their love for her. However, Len suspected their truce would last only as long as they needed each other, and then hostilities would begin anew.
yep, that´s about it.
Will there be more im this verse?
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-09-27 08:23 pm (UTC)
wow...ouch!
Roscoe is a bastard (I know you´re his biggest fan, but still...)
He was clearly "justified" to get revenge on his murderer, but still...that was harsh.


Well, Len wasn't entirely wrong when he called him an asshole ^_^ They both are, really. But there's a certain beautiful simplicity in getting revenge without lifting a finger, so he'd be pretty darn pleased with himself right about now. He knew exactly where to stick that (metaphorical) dagger.

Anyway, this is the response I was hoping for, so I'm pleased too ;)

Brothers can´t, it´s a law^^

My sister feels quite free to tell me where to go if I ask her for something ^_^

Will there be more im this verse?

I hope so...I started one piece and abandoned it (at least temporarily) because it wasn't really working. We'll see.

Thanks!
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[User Picture]From: axolotl_lan
2008-09-28 03:17 am (UTC)
Mean this is terribly mean!~ It makes me wanna sock Roscoe. Poor Lenny <3 Uhoh my loyalties are showing *waves and runs*
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-09-28 04:04 am (UTC)
I feel sorry for Len too, but he did kind of bring it on himself ^_~ Never kill the guy who can resurrect himself...he might come back angry!

I think it's time for sleep, because I read "sock Roscoe" as something else entirely :O
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[User Picture]From: axolotl_lan
2008-09-28 05:34 am (UTC)
... mm sucking Roscoe? Wouldn't that be dizzying!
I bet his turnaround is great!

annnd yes he did... but as I said *prefers Len*
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-09-28 05:58 am (UTC)
My virgin eyes! To think puns could be used for such smut! :O
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[User Picture]From: thalyamuse
2008-10-20 12:57 pm (UTC)
Crap, I really was going to read this the morning after the first part, but then all hell broke loose. This is incredible writing, Lia, and I'm sad I got back to it so late.

“First of all, we’re going to need a corpse for me,” Roscoe began. “Or someone who’s brain-dead. I’m not really picky, although it has to be very recent, and I’d prefer a male in reasonably good condition.”
Len bit his tongue, rather than snark at him about so many of the things he’d just said.

Hee!

And the way you go about the details of their morgue-robbing? *shudders* Skieve-somely good. You've got a serious gift for writing Len (and Roscoe, and Lisa), and keeping him as the main viewpoint really anchors things here. The details on the Necromancer and how she seemed like she could rip out Roscoe's soul are a great creepy touch, too.

All in all, I'm left with the impression that this is how things would go if something like this ever happened, y'know?
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[User Picture]From: liabrown
2008-10-21 02:36 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm just glad you got around to it after your shitty few weeks *hugs*

You've got a serious gift for writing Len (and Roscoe, and Lisa)

I think there are aspects of all three in my own personality, and that's why it feels so easy to channel them. Maybe I should be worried about that :]

All in all, I'm left with the impression that this is how things would go if something like this ever happened, y'know?

That's quite a compliment; thanks so much! :)
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