Richard’s appearance at Comic-Con is only a few hours away now *squee* But he’s already been sighted on posters, vlog footage and in life-sized statues as that amazing warrior dwarf, Thorin Oakenshield. What time is it, gang? Oakenshield Time, of course.
Bet Thorin watches would sell like hotcakes. I’d constantly be checking the time.
“You still look tired, my lady.”
LW sighed and, taking off her spectacles, rubbed her rather sticky eyes. Ah, allergies!
“Could have something to do with getting only four hours of sleep.”
” Still excited about seeing the Creator at Comic-Con?” Guy heaved a manly sigh. “I thought I wore you out good and proper–with the pillow fight, dear LW.”
Putting her glasses back on, she smiled up at the dark knight, a distinct twinkle in her sleepy blue eyes.
“And I appreciate that, Sir Guy. It was good fun, wasn’t it?”
Guy’s shapely mouth curved into a lop-sided smile.
“Yeah. It was. So–” He tilted his dark head, raising a quizzical brow as he ticked off the list with his long and elegant fingers. “You’ve caught up with your comments, sent in your unemployment certification info and taken your medicine, including your Super-Secret Vitamin. Why not take a nap?”
LW smothered a yawn. “Great minds think alike, Sir Guy. However, I do have something else I need to do first. You know what today is, after all.”
The smile turned into a rather dazzling grin. Breathaking, one might say.
“Guyday Friday,” he purred.
“Right in one, my dear knight . . . and I’ve got new fanart!”