Dude, I was blown away when I read this the first time and I'm still blown away now. You are hands-down the most creative and brilliant wordsmith I know. Like, I don't even know what quotes to pull from this thing. Why? BECAUSE IT'D BE THE ENTIRE FIC. I'm serious. I really love the parts you added, too. Like snapshots into their lives.
I love the feel of this. I still (DON'T SHOOT ME) haven't seen the show, but I feel like I know Harvey and Mike already. So much sass and wit which is compounded by YOUR sass and wit and gah! Haha, I just want to wrap myself up in this fic like it's a scraggly granny-square blanket and roll around in glee.
This fic is so perfect it's ridiculous, okay? Ridiculous.
Mike stares. "You don't like the Muppets? Do you kick puppies in your spare time, cut the brake lines on orphanage buses?"
XD
He waits another minute. Then another. In the eternity that passes between those two minutes, eight species have been born and an entire galaxy somewhere has been wiped out.
Love. It. So. Fucking. Hard.
"Please tell me this is just the first stop of many on our field trip." He's heard that Yankees fans can smell Fenway on people. His parents took him there for a game when he was little, going on almost twenty years, but it's still probably enough to incite a mob. That fat guy is still give him the stink eye. "Harvey, they know. They can sense it -- like dogs."
LMAO!
Alrighty, I'll refrain from plucking out more, but in brief:
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Dude, I was blown away when I read this the first time and I'm still blown away now. You are hands-down the most creative and brilliant wordsmith I know. Like, I don't even know what quotes to pull from this thing. Why? BECAUSE IT'D BE THE ENTIRE FIC. I'm serious. I really love the parts you added, too. Like snapshots into their lives.
I love the feel of this. I still (DON'T SHOOT ME) haven't seen the show, but I feel like I know Harvey and Mike already. So much sass and wit which is compounded by YOUR sass and wit and gah! Haha, I just want to wrap myself up in this fic like it's a scraggly granny-square blanket and roll around in glee.
This fic is so perfect it's ridiculous, okay? Ridiculous.
Mike stares. "You don't like the Muppets? Do you kick puppies in your spare time, cut the brake lines on orphanage buses?"
XD
He waits another minute. Then another. In the eternity that passes between those two minutes, eight species have been born and an entire galaxy somewhere has been wiped out.
Love. It. So. Fucking. Hard.
"Please tell me this is just the first stop of many on our field trip." He's heard that Yankees fans can smell Fenway on people. His parents took him there for a game when he was little, going on almost twenty years, but it's still probably enough to incite a mob. That fat guy is still give him the stink eye. "Harvey, they know. They can sense it -- like dogs."
LMAO!
Alrighty, I'll refrain from plucking out more, but in brief:
1. I love you
2. This fic rocks fucking hard
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