Another Visit to the Three Foot Six Room

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Title: Another Visit to the Three Foot Six Room
Author: Charlotte May
Email:charlottemay43@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Billy.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. I intend no disrespect to Dominic Monaghan or Billy Boyd.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Summary: Sequel to The Three Foot Six Room and More from the Three Foot Six Room. I don’t think this will make a great deal of sense unless you’ve read those first.

Author’s notes: Yes, before anyone asks, I am going to write the continuation of this. Just give me a couple of weeks. ;-)

Cross-posted to monaboyd, fellow_shippers and my lj


Another Visit to the Three Foot Six Room

billyboyd has entered the Three Foot Six Room

billyboyd: hello

billyboyd: so I’m first this time, am I?

fmspt15 has entered the three foot six room

billyboyd: hi dom!

fmspt15: hi billy

billyboyd: I notice your sn has changed. ;-)

fmspt15: yes, it was a good weekend, wasn’t it?

billyboyd: are you sure it should be 15?

fmspt15: definitely. I kept count.

billyboyd: have you heard from lij?

fmspt15: got an email. He wasn’t sure if he could make it tonight

billyboyd: filming?

fmspt15: yeah

loverparis has entered the three foot six room

loverparis: hi guys

fmspt15: Orlando?

loverparis: yes?

billyboyd: who changed your screenname?

loverparis: I did. Sean told me how to do it.

loverparis: I think I’m getting the hang of this computer.

fmspt15: have you plugged it in this week?

loverparis: yes, I checked.

loverparis: actually, there was something I wanted to ask

fmspt15: no, I’m not setting you up on a blind date with the blonde from Lost.

billyboyd: and I’m not teaching you how to play guitar

loverparis: it was about email

babybear has entered the three foot six room

fmspt15: babybear?

babybear: daddy says hello

billyboyd: ally?

babybear: hi billy

loverparis: Orlando here, Ally. Where’s daddy?

fmspt15: hi ally

babybear: who are you?

fmspt15: dom

babybear: your sn is weird

fmspt15: it is, but so am i

billyboyd: so where’s daddy?

babybear: he’s sticky

loverparis: sticky?

babybear: very very very very very very sticky

fmspt15: this I’ve got to hear…

billyboyd: how did daddy get sticky?

babybear: Lizzie was naughty

babybear: she doesn’t like strawberry

billyboyd: what did lizzie do?

babybear: she threw

fmspt15: up all over daddy?

babybear: no

babybear: she threw pudding over daddy

babybear: and the floor

loverparis: oh dear

babybear: and the desk

billyboyd: really?

babybear: and daddy’s computer

fmspt15: something tells me daddy isn’t very happy

babybear: no.

babybear: but I think he looks cool with pink hair

billyboyd: where’s mummybear?

billyboyd: I mean your mom

babybear: she’s gone out for lunch with her friend.

fmspt15: so daddy told you to talk to us?

babybear: yes, but don’t say anything rude

babybear: because he keeps looking what we’re writing

fmspt15: okay, we won’t

fmspt15: hey, orli, what was it you wanted to know about email?

loverparis: well, I send emails, but no-one ever gets them

billyboyd: let’s go through this in stages…

billyboyd: you write your mail, then what?

loverparis: I save it

loverparis: and it goes into my drafts folder

fmspt15: why do you do that?

loverparis: it was how I was told to do it

billyboyd: okay. Then what?

loverparis: I click on the mail once, so it’s highlighted

loverparis: and press the deliver key

billyboyd: deliver?

fmspt15: roflmao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

babybear: what’s a deliver key?

billyboyd: what lunatic told you to do it that way?

loverparis: a mate of mine

fmspt15: had you done something to upset him?

loverparis: er… why?

billyboyd: what does it actually say on the deliver key?

loverparis: del

babybear: that means delete, Orlando

loverparis: I’ve been deleting all my mails?

babybear: daddy says you’re not to swear

fmspt15: this mate of yours?

loverparis: he always said there were no hard feelings

loverparis: the liar

loverparis: just because his girlfriend left him

loverparis: for me

ejw12881 has entered the Three Foot Six Room

ejw12881: higuys

fmspt15: hi lij, how’s Prague?

billyboyd: hi lij

loverparis: hi Elijah, ally’s with us instead of sean

babybear: hi Elijah

ejw12881: imhavingawonderfultime

ejw12881: thebeerheresmarvellous

ejw12881: andinsuchbigglasses

billyboyd: how’s the film?

ejw12881: goingwell

ejw12881: wedidntfilmtonightitsrainingtoomuch

fmspt15: use the space bar, lij

ejw12881: noitwasntcalledthat

ejw12881: butitwasagreatbar

ejw12881: ithadlotsandlotsofbeerinreallybigglasses

billyboyd: I think you’d better log off and go to bed, lij

loverparis: yes, before you say something you shouldn’t in front of ally

babybear: I don’t mind

billyboyd: but your daddy will

babybear: oh my. mom just came home

babybear: she’s really mad

babybear: I think I’m going to my room

billyboyd: wise girl

fmspt15: bye ally

babybear has left the Three Foot Six Room

ejw12881: ididntknowthiscomputerhadtwoscreens

billyboyd: it doesn’t. you’re seeing double

loverparis: so what should I do with my email?

billyboyd: there’s a button marked ‘send’ on outlook express

billyboyd: hit that when you’re ready to send the mail.

fmspt15: leave the deliver key alone, mate.

loverparis: cool. Thanks.

loverparis: I think I’ll go now, I’ve got some people to email

loverparis has left the Three Foot Six Room

ejw12881: whyistheroomspinningroundandroundandroundandround?

billyboyd: lij, go to bed.

ejw12881: ithinkillgotobed

ejw12881: whenitstaysstilllongenough

ejw12881 has left the Three Foot Six Room

fmspt15: just us again

billyboyd: yes

fmspt15: we’ve had phone sex

billyboyd: yes

fmspt15: do you fancy trying instant message sex?

billyboyd: what if ally comes back?

fmspt15: not in here. I’ll IM you.

billyboyd: okay

billyboyd and fmspt15 have left the Three Foot Six Room

Billy licked his lips and waited impatiently, watching the screen. Sure enough, after a moment or two, a panel flashed up with Dom’s sn at the top. “Hello, sexy!” it said.

Billy smiled. This was going to be fun.