Why yes, I am a bitch
Sep. 8th, 2005 08:08 pmI drank a soda and had a very tasty meatball sandwich. So here, have some snippets from some fics that I'm currently poking at.
*ducks away from the people trying to lynch me*
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The very last thing Quatre Raberba Winner expected when he stepped out of his ten-thirty meeting and into his office for a fortifying shot (or three) of espresso before his eleven-fifteen was the fist that came flying out of nowhere and into his face. And for some reason, a hand-pressed Italian wool suit wasn't all that impressive when you were on your ass on the floor, trying to remember if you'd insulted any stockbrokers lately.
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Turn the page.
Atreyu frowned a little, his fingers rubbing at the cuff of his collared shirt. "Are you sure this is right, Bastian? Your people wear such odd clothing, I can hardly move like normal in it. How do you stand it?"
Bastian's eyes traveled down the length of Atreyu's body, taking in the pressed white shirt, dark blue necktie, and matching blue pants (his extra uniform, brought for just this occasion). Atreyu's bare feet peeked out from under the slightly too long pants legs and Bastian reached out, swatting Atreyu's hands away and doing up the buttons and knotting the tie with practiced ease.
"I suppose it's an acquired taste," Bastian stated, his hands smoothing the fabric over what was normally bare skin. "I'm just used to wearing it. I have to."
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"Hey! You!"
Saki blinked and looked up from her perusal of the store's display. Standing just behind her was a group of rowdy looking young men, obviously drunk. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sharp smell of cheap sake wafting from them. The men laughed and leered and Saki unconsciously took a small step back away from them.
"Yeah, you," one of the men said, pointing his finger and nearly poking Saki in the chest. She frowned and pulled her lacy wrap higher over her shoulders. Some of the shoppers and store owners were starting to look in their direction and Saki's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was about to politely excuse herself and try to find Naruto when the man's belligerent voice cut through the air again.
"Are you really a chick? Or some faggy little boy?"
And the whole world stopped.
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*ducks away from the people trying to lynch me*
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The very last thing Quatre Raberba Winner expected when he stepped out of his ten-thirty meeting and into his office for a fortifying shot (or three) of espresso before his eleven-fifteen was the fist that came flying out of nowhere and into his face. And for some reason, a hand-pressed Italian wool suit wasn't all that impressive when you were on your ass on the floor, trying to remember if you'd insulted any stockbrokers lately.
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Turn the page.
Atreyu frowned a little, his fingers rubbing at the cuff of his collared shirt. "Are you sure this is right, Bastian? Your people wear such odd clothing, I can hardly move like normal in it. How do you stand it?"
Bastian's eyes traveled down the length of Atreyu's body, taking in the pressed white shirt, dark blue necktie, and matching blue pants (his extra uniform, brought for just this occasion). Atreyu's bare feet peeked out from under the slightly too long pants legs and Bastian reached out, swatting Atreyu's hands away and doing up the buttons and knotting the tie with practiced ease.
"I suppose it's an acquired taste," Bastian stated, his hands smoothing the fabric over what was normally bare skin. "I'm just used to wearing it. I have to."
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"Hey! You!"
Saki blinked and looked up from her perusal of the store's display. Standing just behind her was a group of rowdy looking young men, obviously drunk. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the sharp smell of cheap sake wafting from them. The men laughed and leered and Saki unconsciously took a small step back away from them.
"Yeah, you," one of the men said, pointing his finger and nearly poking Saki in the chest. She frowned and pulled her lacy wrap higher over her shoulders. Some of the shoppers and store owners were starting to look in their direction and Saki's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was about to politely excuse herself and try to find Naruto when the man's belligerent voice cut through the air again.
"Are you really a chick? Or some faggy little boy?"
And the whole world stopped.
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