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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Pie?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Quatre hung up the phone, frowning thoughtfully, and wandered into the living room where Trowa sat reading. "Hey, Tro," he said, "have you talked to Duo lately?"

Trowa looked up. "No, I haven't talked to him," he said, "but he looks pretty..."

"Down," Quatre supplied, and Trowa nodded.

"Well -- maybe we should do something for him?" Quatre suggested.

Trowa marked his place inside the book and set it down. "What do you suppose we should do?"

Quatre looked thoughtful. "Well, he likes pie, doesn't he?"

Trowa slanted him a look. "You're thinking of baking him a pie?"

"Why not?" Quatre looked injured. "We just got that set of pans, and our oven is working. I'm learning to cook, so what better place to practice than making a gift for a friend?"

Trowa thought about this. Worst case scenario, a disaster, then at least Duo would be the one eating the remains, and not himself. He couldn't see anything wrong with this scenario. "Good."


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Trowa stood and surveyed the ruins of their home. The destruction looked disturbingly familiar.

Quatre tottered out of the ruins and grinned sheepishly. "Uh, hi," he said.

"How on earth did you manage to get this out of pie?" Trowa said mildly.

"Well, I wanted to make Duo's favorite!" Quatre gave him a slightly singed pout. "And we both know how much Duo LOVES explosives, particularly C4..."

Trowa just sighed.