Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Buy Your Love

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

[One by one, he tosses the expensive furniture, the rare art prints, the car, motorcycle, and yacht keys, the box of caviar, and the diamond jewelry at the window, landing in a pile on the lawn in front of Quatre.]

Well, I'd buy you a monkey
(Haven't you always wanted a monkey)

[He vanishes for a moment, and Quatre dares to hope. But he reappears a minute later, and returns with the struggling form of the tame Himalayan chimpanzee tied up in a net. It lands on the lawn, struggles free, screeches at Quatre, and scampers away into the trees.]

If I had a million dollars
I'd buy your love

[Dejected and rejected, Quatre's shoulders slumped as he walks away from Trowa's apartment. Slowly he walks down the road, head hanging, when his gaze falls on something growing by the roadside.]

If I had a million dollars

[In his apartment, Trowa is just getting settled in when the doorbell rings again. He heaves an exasperated sigh as he gets up to answer it, wondering what crazy extravagant gift the blond maniac will offer him this time.]

If I had a million dollars

[He opens his door to reveal Quatre, his hand-tailored three-piece suit dusty from walking. In his hands is clutched a small bundle of raggedy daisies.]

If I had a million dollars

[Trowa looks from the flowers to Quatre, who smiles hopefully, holding out the pathetic offering.]

If I had a million dollars

[After a minute, a slight answering smile appears on Trowa's lips, and he takes the flowers from Quatre's hands.]

If I had a million dollars...

[A bright grin breaks on Quatre's face, and as Trowa moves aside he bounces into the apartment. Trowa shuts the door behind him.]

...I'd be rich.


~owari~