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Oh, what the hell. Let's do this again.
CFUD-based drabble meme. Will accept any drabble request, as long as it's CFUD related, but if it's new characters (within the last two weeks) I can't do it, 'cause... I just got back and haven't seen much of you guys yet! XD
OKAY I LOVE IT GO.
CFUD-based drabble meme. Will accept any drabble request, as long as it's CFUD related, but if it's new characters (within the last two weeks) I can't do it, 'cause... I just got back and haven't seen much of you guys yet! XD
OKAY I LOVE IT GO.
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"You don't understand."
"Near-kun, I wouldn't go so far as to say that."
Near's expression was carefully neutral. "You hardly have to say it, L, when it is clearly obvious. Implying it is enough."
L had to look away. "...I take it you disagree with my decision."
"It isn't my place to disagree with your decisions, L," Near said. "I simply must observe them and learn from them."
"If you have a problem with things, you don't tend to have difficulty saying it..."
"L," Near said. "How can I put this? There is a point where one must give up, or one will be constantly repeating onesself."
L drew a slow, careful breath, and was just about to respond when Mello returned.
"So," Mello asked, "Have you decided what flavour of ice cream we're going to have?"
"Vanilla," Near said, at the same time as L muttered, sullen,
"Strawberry."
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Slowly, he turned to look at the person who had caused all this. There was only one thing to say.
"Hn."
"Yeah, well," Dante said, shrugging modestly. "I work out."
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Admittedly, as that 'something' was a bizarre lust for Mello, really, it wasn't like she could use that to JUSTIFY this. In fact, she sort of suspected that made it worse. But they'd been drinking in Mello's absence -- damn those toucans! -- and discussing Mello and, well.
Perhaps it had been because the conversation had begun to sound too much like a wake. Perhaps it had been that she'd thought she maybe saw what Near and Mello saw in him -- that keen mind, something penetrating and fast and solid behind that lazy, greasy guise -- and perhaps it was just the alcohol.
The sex had been really good, if rather fantastically limp-wristed, but she was left feeling a little like she'd just cheated on someone.
Strangely, she wasn't entirely sure if it was Mello or Chizuru.
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Fantastically limp-wristed AHAHAHAHA
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She spun her umbrella in one hand. The fact that they used the same weapon just sweetened the deal; she's always wanted to fight someone like herself.
They'd agreed to meet at noon behind Girls' Cabin 1, and so she headed out there minutes in advance to wait.
And wait.
And eventually go inside and give up, disappointed.
He showed up three days later, but by that time, she wasn't interested any more.
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"....sir?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT."
"Sir, this is Pizza Shack. Um. Can we interest you in our Teriyaki Pizza? Everyone loves our Teriyaki Pizza!"
"You are starting to disappoint me."
"Sir, are you ordering? You said the two-bite brownies, but you've not said what you want with it..."
"What was your name again?"
"Um? Jake Daniels. Sir, you don't need to report this."
"No. Just keeping it in mind." A slow chuckle.
"....UhhhhifyoucallagainI'mcallingthepolice."
The phone went dead, and Mello grinned at it, hanging up.
"Mm," Near said, looking up. "Now that we can actually use the phones in camp, you did order our pizza, didn't you?"
"Something like that."
Near eyed him, then smirked. "Had fun?"
Purring, Mello said, "Enough to make up for the lack of pizza."
"Mm," Near said, then threw the glove. "But I wanted the pizza."
Oh, fuck.
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