BUSTLE OF ACTIVITY IN YUUSUKE'S ROBOJOURNAL.

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Secret Santa! HOW YOU DOIN'.

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[anonymous]

INCOMING.

Which is to say...

Five Walls that Box-woman's Characters Have Not Encountered. Yet.

I apologize in advance for any canon slaughtering, characterization fuckups, and just plain goofiness.

Wall the First

[anonymous]

This place was sublimely unfair, Kyon thought, flopping down on the bed. Especially the mistletoe, which he swore had extrasensory powers of finding him whenever Haruhi was in range. He had wondered, once or a hundred times, if it was actually her doing, but after the second time had decided that if that was true, her subconscious was terribly cruel. The DO NOT WANT faces were simply too varied and vehement to be anything other than genuine. Why, he asked himself, did it have to be Haruhi? Couldn't it have been Asahina, someone he actually wanted to kiss, who would just blush prettily and make that cute little noise under the effects of mistletoe, instead of kicking him in the face and then pressing him up against the wall--or had that been the mistletoe? He really couldn't say. In any case, she had managed to look decidedly pissed even while attempting to kiss him into the side of his cabin. And the expression of surprise when he had picked her up and spun her into the wall had almost been--well, all right, it had been attractive.

Wall the Second

[anonymous]

The last one had been close. The kind of close that had involved a few months in a tiny room in who knows the fuck where under complete codec silence, getting his fool ass patched up. He was patched up now, and so what if there were a few big blank spots in his memory? Like the one that he was pretty sure would have told him if a normal greeting from Otacon involved a warm, clever tongue thrust into the back of his mouth and a soft, pale hand pulling surprisingly hard on his hair. Otacon pushed, and Snake's back thudded into the wall beside the door, forcing some of the air out of his lungs and into the other man's mouth. He was apparently also missing the part of his brain that supplied the knowledge of when Hal had learned to do that thing with his tongue, or when his hands had gotten quite so free range. Then, dimly, he heard a chuckle. Shit, he was out of practice.

"Missed you, babe." Dante smirked and somehow slid Otacon out of the way before biting Snake hard on the neck. "We've been practicing."

Wall the Third

[anonymous]

It was raining in Amestris the day that Winry saw Ed again. To be more precise, it was the hardest rain in years, and 'saw' was not a precisely accurate word. It was more that Ed ran bodily into her as he was attempting to sneak into the house, cradling an obviously entirely ruined arm, and she didn't have the opportunity to see much of anything at all until she was sprawled in a puddle by the doorway, blinking up. Ed was soaked, she saw as a flash of lightning lit the sky

Wall the Fourth

[anonymous]

And, since it manages to be Christmas Eve and I haven't come up with a fourth drabble yet (f-fail at your characters, god), consider this a post-reveal IOU for one drabble, pairing and topic of your choice!

ON TO WALL THE FIFTH.