.........................wtff.

[lazulisong]

review for mydec09:

Interesting chapter. I can't wait for the rest. By the way, this is going to be a Sato/Dai story right? There has to at least be a hot make out scene, or something close to a lemon. You can't leave it with a dud ending. Later.OK, people? THIS is why there's no kissyface at the end of myDec. Well, besides the fact that it

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[missdeep]

"This is going to be a Sato/Dai story right?"

Oh no they didn't! Seriously, if you've read to the current point in My December and you're pondering whether it's even vaguely Satoshi/Daisuke then YOU NEED HELP.

[missdeep]

Also, relationships can't exist without random hot gay sex! We should all be aware of this by now! OMG!

[lukita]

I'm sorry to know that fangirls have no comprehension skills, it must be a pain to live in this world and doesn't know what the words said.

[chelle_sama]

Well if your spleen is more important than sex, you have issues. Of COURSE this fic is absolutely worthless, a complete waste of time for ALL of us, if there isn't hot nekkid sex at the end. God, you're stupid. [/sarcasm]

Quite frankly, anything after Dark and Krad ending in a brilliant blaze of light is incapable of being a dud. (Unless it's "and they all lived happily ever after." Which, I'm fairly sure, you'd kill yourself for writing in any serious sense.)

As for your earlier frustration with Dark not getting into an all out smackdown with Krad? At least it wasn't hair-pulling and name-calling.

....Although the mental image of chibi Dark and Krad pulling hair and calling names is really funny.

[i_found_jesu]

Yeah, you should totally know that whatever they're doing, they should have an obligatory "Stop! Hammer time!" in which they get their funk on. PWP doesn't stand for pelagic window painters, contrary to popular belief.

[evilsimon]

To a roomful of barely-awake seniors, this was entirely amusing. The depression will set in later on. In the inevitable event of this, WHY GOD WHY.

[lazulisong]

Me, I'm kind of torn between laughing, asking myself what I did wrong, and reaching through the computer to theirs and wringing their fool neck.