Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.
REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal
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"Hey, Conan. So. Last day, huh?"
"That's cute, Liz. But I'm moving to LA and I'm married. This," Conan holds up a bouquet of flowers, "is inappropriate. And frankly desperate. And it also makes me feel like a girl. But maybe that's what you wanted."
"Ugh, what are you talking about? I didn't send you flowers."
Conan clears his throat. His expression says, I wish it hadn't come to this. He pulls a card from the bouquet and reads aloud. "'Dear Conan, Good luck in LA; I'll never forget those Yoo-Hoo body shots. Love, Liz.'"
"What? Let me see that." Quickly she gets to her feet and takes the card from him, although really, why would he make that up? The note is typed, so she can't tell who wrote it. "Seriously, these aren't from me ( ... )
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And oh Jack, that sly fox with the secret sending of awkward flowers.
Great drabble!
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