This week, it was Iron Chef. Secret ingredient: Soylent Green. No udders allowed, by general camp request.
"We'll see how great your pies are NOW, RIVAL! You've forgotten the art of cooking with your hands, haven't you? I have the clear advantage!"
"Nuh-uh, RIVAL! You never knew how to cook in the first place! And I never forget any of my awesome skills, so sit back and watch how it's done!"
The judges still weren't sure how they'd gotten talked into this. Anakin glanced up from his scoresheet--Itachi noticed that it had been flipped over to the backside and given the header "Last Will and Testament"--just in time to see Tomo fling a handful of cookie dough into Ash's pot of stew, and Ash fling a chunk of potato into Tomo's hair.
He rested his face in his hands.
"It's enough to make me go to the Dark Side."
Itachi smiled ever so slightly. "We have cookies."
Anakin watched Tomo stir an unidentifiable green powder into her dough.
Six months after they'd gotten together, Chisame still didn't understand how Chizuru's mind worked. It wasn't something she complained about, exactly--who wanted to hang out with someone they understood every little in and out of--but there were instances when it gave her, well, pause.
She didn't get the "It's okay if it's another girl" thing, for instance. Chizuru would be mad if Chisame touched someone like Ari or Near, but--Sakura was all right? Meer would have been A-OK?
She always found herself thinking about it at the worst times.
Lunamaria stripped off her bra and stepped into the onsen. "Whew! The water sure is nice tonight . . . mmm, I just want to sink into it and feel it on my skin for hours! Hey Chisame, you coming?"
Chisame decided that sometimes she thought too much. There were better things to do than think.
She grabbed a bottle of sake and a rubber duck, and followed Luna.
It had taken the combined efforts of every male Gundam pilot in camp to bring an end to Hard Rey's second reign of terror. They had managed to sedate him at last, although Athrun had suffered a pulled groin and Yzak had developed a phobia of carrots. The Arts 'n' Crafts cabin had been reduced to a pile of exhausted, sweaty, genetically-manipulated manflesh, which actually matched the reams of pink chiffon rather nicely.
Shinn clutched at his head and groaned, rolled over, ended up with a faceful of Kira's upper thigh. Kira shifted in his sleep, nuzzling into the leather-clad clone ass that was his pillow.
" . . . 'n that's why you're better off without Goku," Ari finished, taking a sip of water. "Also that whole thing where it was really creepy but we don't talk about that. That's not the point of today's exercise."
"You're absolutely right, Original Slave! He was not properly appreciative of my awe-inspiring talent! Nor was he submissive to my every whim! You truly do understand your Master. And this is why I am not at all disturbed by us going our separate ways! Surely you understand that!"
" . . . You bet, Stan."
"Original Slave?"
"Stop calling me--fine, what is it?"
"Your former master requires Haagen-Daaz from your newly-acquired store. For entirely unrelated reasons."
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Chisame and Ari Twincest.
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"We'll see how great your pies are NOW, RIVAL! You've forgotten the art of cooking with your hands, haven't you? I have the clear advantage!"
"Nuh-uh, RIVAL! You never knew how to cook in the first place! And I never forget any of my awesome skills, so sit back and watch how it's done!"
The judges still weren't sure how they'd gotten talked into this. Anakin glanced up from his scoresheet--Itachi noticed that it had been flipped over to the backside and given the header "Last Will and Testament"--just in time to see Tomo fling a handful of cookie dough into Ash's pot of stew, and Ash fling a chunk of potato into Tomo's hair.
He rested his face in his hands.
"It's enough to make me go to the Dark Side."
Itachi smiled ever so slightly. "We have cookies."
Anakin watched Tomo stir an unidentifiable green powder into her dough.
" . . . I'll pass."
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Six months after they'd gotten together, Chisame still didn't understand how Chizuru's mind worked. It wasn't something she complained about, exactly--who wanted to hang out with someone they understood every little in and out of--but there were instances when it gave her, well, pause.
She didn't get the "It's okay if it's another girl" thing, for instance. Chizuru would be mad if Chisame touched someone like Ari or Near, but--Sakura was all right? Meer would have been A-OK?
She always found herself thinking about it at the worst times.
Lunamaria stripped off her bra and stepped into the onsen. "Whew! The water sure is nice tonight . . . mmm, I just want to sink into it and feel it on my skin for hours! Hey Chisame, you coming?"
Chisame decided that sometimes she thought too much. There were better things to do than think.
She grabbed a bottle of sake and a rubber duck, and followed Luna.
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Shinn clutched at his head and groaned, rolled over, ended up with a faceful of Kira's upper thigh. Kira shifted in his sleep, nuzzling into the leather-clad clone ass that was his pillow.
"Now that is fuckin' queer," Jay observed.
"Gay as hell," Chase agreed.
And then they buttsexed.
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"You're absolutely right, Original Slave! He was not properly appreciative of my awe-inspiring talent! Nor was he submissive to my every whim! You truly do understand your Master. And this is why I am not at all disturbed by us going our separate ways! Surely you understand that!"
" . . . You bet, Stan."
"Original Slave?"
"Stop calling me--fine, what is it?"
"Your former master requires Haagen-Daaz from your newly-acquired store. For entirely unrelated reasons."
" . . . I'll put in an order."
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I love that drabble. So much. =D You just win.
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