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Note: Done for a dare on the Tsubasa Forums. Dared by: BabyBlueBoxerbriefs
Prompts: Use the lines "Mokona is superfan!", "Chintastic!" and "Yes, I have just proven that blonds have more fun."
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There was something wrong with the new world, something very wrong, and that something seemed to include floating cows and underground chickens. The sky looked like several tubs of paint exploded and the ground was a horribly bright yellow which was doing a darn good job of burning everyone's eyeballs.
Sakura had been the first to point out everything and how it either clashed with something else or how it was placed in the wrong position. Everyone seemed to share the regret of leaving her only with Tomoyo for all those hours, she now seemed to have developed a perfection sense. Of course no one was going to tell her to be quiet considering she held the highest rank, no matter how many times Mokona insisted an army of doom put it higher on the social scale, and could easily have them punished the moment they hit Clow sand.
At the present moment Syaoran was trying to determine some sort of way to make progress. Mokona seemed to have run out of batteries for the feather detector although it seemed to double the talking speed on the small creature. Said white puffball was currently involved in a deep, and possibly dark, conversation over technological advances with the princess. A quick glance confirmed that the two 'adults' were involved in what they called a loud talk, Syaoran wasn't dumb enough to believe it was anything less than an argument, although he'd given up caring after the thirteenth argument about hairbrushes being better than combs.
It wasn't until a loud thump was heard that Syaoran actually took notice and turned around. Jumping up and down was the scatty magician waving a rather sharp looking kitchen utensil, where that had turned up from was one more mystery to the world.
"You lose. You lose. Ha ha ha." The blond was commencing his usual taunting at being better than the moody, and now sulking, ninja. Syaoran was about to ask what had happened but the magician beat him to it with a large grin, and was that an evil look in his eye?
"Yes, I have just proven that blonds have more fun." Fai placed one foot and the ninja's back and brandished the kitchen utensil, it looked like a spatula from the new view, and commenced his 'I'm not such a space-cadet after all' laugh which still scared everyone within a ten mile radius.
Syaoran sighed and was about to make a witty retort about how many times Fai had been the one having the least fun but was cut off by a loud rumbling. Sakura and Mokona seemed to break away from their discussion long enough to glance at a large expanding shadow. They had rather bored expressions on their faces which raised many questions about whether this was a natural occurrence when no one was around.
The shadow was in fact a summoning circle; Syaoran immediately blamed the crazy and still laughing magician for this, which unceremoniously spat out a large figure. The figure sat down on a large sofa, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere which was high likely in the mixed up world, and promptly sat down and took out a brandy bottle.
"Drink? It's brandy" At those words he looked up at Syaoran knew exactly who he was, the large chin was a dead give away, and at that moment the brunet was tempted to let the three irresponsible drinkers with the creepy-yet-strangely-appealing-to-the-girls-man and his oversized chin.
"Mokona is superfan!" The white creature chirped and bounded to the sofa, nearly vanishing amongst the cushions and taking a long drink from the cup it had been handed. Syaoran was too busy trying to work out whether Mokona had been referring to the alcohol or the man to care if it went into a hyper state.
"Me too." The princess who was now out of her daze skipped to the padded invader, the sofa not the chin…uh man, dragging the magician with her. Little surprise there was no real resistance from the blond.
Syaoran spared a look at the ninja who hadn't moved since his pride had been injured; well he was breathing which was a good sign. Although that seemed to be the only thing he was doing, that was about the time that Syaoran started to think things through.
Kurogane seemed to be unconscious and it was also likely that a spell was probably used on him at any rate by this point. That left the brunet as the only voice of reason and he doubted the 'don't take alcohol from strangers' speech would work considering its success rate so far. Syaoran sighed and stepped up to the offending bright sofa, how it got away from Sakura's perfection sense was something better left not known.
"Go on then FWR give me a bottle." He slouched down into the material and removed Mokona who had tried to suffocate him with the fuzz of doom as it was called.
"Chintastic!" Was the reply which was shortly followed by a brown bottle being handed to him. Syaoran decided that while Mr. Big chin was supplying the alcohol he wasn't going to comment on the annoying word 'chintastic'. He decided never to let Fai or FWR talk about their annoying words and was going to jump off a cliff before they got their offending words into the dictionary.
Syaoran sighed and took a large swig of the brandy; it was going to be a long night if Kurogane didn't wake up and take the alcoholic drinks away.