So, provide a character or a pairing or two characters or a theme or anything, really, and I'll try to drabble it.
KEY WORD IS TRY.
Standard disclaimer:If I do not interact with a character much, I probably won't know how to write them. I'll still give it a try, but the drabble will probably be horribly flat and generic, or overly out of
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Excel and Il Palazzo's eyes met for five seconds that seemed like an eternity.
And then he pulled the rope.
"I'm fall--" Excel was abruptly cut off as she found herself no longer falling, and her head still above pit level. "Lord Il Palazzo, Excel appears to be stuck!"
Il Palazzo let out a near-inaudible sigh, averting his gaze ever so slightly. Today indeed was the worst, most corrupt day in history.
It figures. He ropes the entire damn camp, and EXCEL'S the one who ends up on top with nowhere to fall to.
At least he still had his pistol.
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The door creaked open, and Ying poked her head inside. "Hey, 'sup?"
"Nothin', Y. Just watchin' the game, havin' a bud." A pause. "'Sup wit'chu?"
"Nothin'." Ying shrugged. "Watchin' the game, havin' a bud."
Mello smirked. "True. True."
They locked eyes for an instant.
Ying spoke first. "WASSUP!"
"WUZZAP!"
"WIZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WUZZAAAAAAAAAAAAP"
"WAZZA--"
"---AAAA--"
"--AAAAP!"
"Yo, where's Near?" Ying suddenly cut in.
"NEAR! Get in here!"
"...What?"
"WAZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
"WHASSAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
It was then that Near shot them both in the face.
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A thin tentacle crossed Ying's line of sight, curled around a cup of flour, which was promptly dumped into a large mixing bowl in front of her.
"Eggs." Pause. "Milk--" Ying glanced at Kal, a look of utter seriousness on her face. "And when anyone asks if there's milk in this, what do we say?"
Kal did his best attempt at a shrug, tentacles curling upwards at his side.
"Very good. And if someone asks if it came from Ash, what do we say?"
At this, Kal shook his tentacles vigorously, a stern look of denial on his face.
"Good! Splenda!"
As the splenda was dumped into the bowl, Ying held out a large mixing spoon. "You can st--" She trailed off as all of the tentacles raced toward the bowl, and suddenly, she found herself face to face with a cake batter full of Kal.
She would've scolded him right then and there, but the look in his eyes as he happily stirred the batter with his own body...Instead, she sighed. And when he looked tired, she gently squeezed the batter off of him and poured it into the cake pan. Really ( ... )
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"Mm? What is it?"
"Cookies. But look--" He gestured to the large logo on the box, a smile spreading across his face. "Doesn't it look like Uryuu?"
( ... )
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