I already publish an awful lot. No one's taken much notice of me yet.
Knock on wood.
*He actually does rap with his knuckles on the bench--an old habit he'd gotten from his father--and shrugs. His house is warded to within an inch of its life and there is a not-quite-legally bewitched shotgun filled with rose quartz and rock salt right by the door, should any unsavories come to call. Xeno's gentle, but he's not an idiot.*
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Date: 2011-04-26 03:51 pm (UTC)Knock on wood.
*He actually does rap with his knuckles on the bench--an old habit he'd gotten from his father--and shrugs. His house is warded to within an inch of its life and there is a not-quite-legally bewitched shotgun filled with rose quartz and rock salt right by the door, should any unsavories come to call. Xeno's gentle, but he's not an idiot.*