End of the Thread

>"What are you doing?"
>You almost startle at the little voice behind you
>Tired eyes wrench themselves away from the glow of your computer screen to look back at the speaker
>Gura pokes her head under your shoulder, resting her chin on top of your forearm and practically forcing you into a cuddle
>Shifting so that she doesn't stay in the headlock she put herself in, your finger leaves the F5 key at long last
>You rustle her hair with your free hand
"Just waiting for a new story to get written, sharkie."
>She looks at you like you're a moron
>"Nothing gets posted near the end of the thread, Anon."
>Her pantsless shark body wriggles onto your lap and she pushes herself up to graze the tip of your nose with her sharp teeth
>"Writers want as many people to see their stories as possible, so they'll wait until this one slides."
>Hot, excited breaths pant against your face
>"You're such a fucking newfag."
>Little, nippy kisses start to bloom against your neck, the little shark's hips rocking provocatively back and forth along your thigh
>"I bet you can't even triforce."