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[exdeusex]

The teacher pauses mid-sentence, turning to the window.
We're only in first grade. We're sorry if we don't get it on the first try.
But he's not angry.
He twisting.
His body floats up, changes into something that is not our teacher.
He glides out the window, purple scales, gold fins.
He swims towards us. Oh, he is beautiful.
Its such a lovely

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[gaijin_chan]

Ooh, that is pretty. And creepy. ...At the same time, but in a benign sort of way.

[exdeusex]

Everything I write is creepy! Maybe its all the pedophiles..

[gaijin_chan]

XDDD It's more the ghostly feel of your writing, I think. You write like there's only the thinnest shadow dividing the dead from the living... Blaargh, don't mind me, I just studied for 2 hours, and wrote the beginning of an AU fic a friend and I are doing.

[exdeusex]

Ooooh, I like that!

What's the AU 'bout?

You get my SECRET lj message?

[gaijin_chan]

*blinks* Secret? Eh? Hmm? Where, where?

AU's Yuugiou-centric; it's more of an excuse to write smut together than anything else, really, except that she writes so lovely that I do my best writing to try and live up to her, so that makes it good.

...And I wish I could take credit for that about death and all, but I stole it from a lit-excerpt that I had to answer questions about on the CSET.