InsaneJournal

Current mood:	cynical
Current music:	It's Good to Be In Love - Frou Frou

Because if I talk about school again I think I really will do something I'll regret.
From wrongly_amused:

Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. Post this in your own journal and let me challenge you!

Also, a bit of Fluffiroth, because he's been making cow eyes at me.

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He had, quite literally, never been sick as a child. He'd been immune to sickness the same way he was immune to poison or sleep spells. It was part of his design - who would want a General who was vulnerable to a simple spell or a common virus?

Sephiroth could only theorize that his immunity to sickness had come from Jenova, and stripped of her influence, his body would fall prey to any number of ailments. I'm becoming more human, he thought without humor, lifting up his shirt again to peer at the purple spots. The virus hadn't come from Gleipnir, as he'd feared; it was such a common virus that nearly every human in the world experienced its effects, usually during childhood, or so an amused Cid had told him. In another day or so they would turn reddish and begin to itch, and in a week they would scab over as the disease ran its course. In the meantime he would experience fever, aches and getting fussed over by someone named Shera, which Cid seemed to regard a fate worse than death itself. Sighing, Sephiroth let his shirt fall and lay back down. Rest was all he needed, he remembered from his studies; rest, and fluid intake, and the human body took care of the rest on its own. Though his thoughts spun with the events of the past few days, Sephiroth was prepared to force himself to sleep.

Something dark flickered at the slit window in the doorway. Sephiroth looked up, and met a pair of ruby eyes that smouldered for a moment before their owner turned away and disappeared.

EDIT: I caught part of a documentary on the evolution of sex in humans, and at the end credits it showed (of course, how else do you end these things) a sperm fertilizing an egg. "Thus begins a nine-month-long odyssey that ends in a miracle..." said the narrator. ...And then we cut to How It's Made, which basically takes you inside factories. AT FIRST I WAS LIEK o_O - AND THEN I LOL'D. Oh, Discovery Channel. I swear you do these ironic juxtapositions on purpose.