Chapter Eleven

[dead_sirius]

In which Portia re-enacts history, Oscar gets plastered, and Félix is needled.

Special thanks to la_rainette for her assistance in helping us explore Berlin -- we couldn't have done it without her!

Comments

[elucreh]

Your puns are horrible, your history is fascinating, and *waves F/O flag vigorously*

[polaris_starz]

I love overheard conversations. *g*

And the doctors made me giggle.

[bronze_eagle]

Félix sat quietly and obediently on the hospital bed, examining the bruises on his arm and chest with his shirt off, while Oscar paced and Portia stole medical tape.

This. Ahhh, so perfect. I love you both.

Long chapter! Yay! ^^

[monkey_colored]

mmmm... apple juice... ^_^

[danceswchopstck]

Good stuff, as always!

When you do a second pass, may I suggest a hard look at the following? "...which even Oscar was unaware anyone fell for anymore..."
Amidst the generally smooth flow, that set of words stuck out in a confusing and burr-like way. At least for me. I'm guessing that you meant "which even Oscar was aware no one fell for any more," but I'm guessing, there.

*changes subject*
*cheerfully anticipates more revelations re Oscar's specialness*

Thanks again for letting us watch this book being built!