DISCLAMER I own... pfffft. Like, nothing.
WARNINGS uber-mild language.
pilfer practice
"Hey! You! Stop, thief!"
Ryou stopped, almost in slow motion, and blinked stupidly.
He felt something cold and metal in his hands, and was shocked to find an expensive-looking watch.
"Um… I…"
Run, boy!
Ryou ran.
-
"What happened? You did it, didn't you!?"
And if I did?
"I could've been caught! Do you know what my father would do to me…!"
We didn't get caught. That's the important thing.
Ryou sighed in defeat.
…now then, what IS that marvelous shiny thing, landlord?
Another sigh. "A watch."
Hm.
-
Ryou tossed an apple in the air and tried not to grin.
Ahaha. You, dear boy, are a natural.
…you're a bad influence.
He couldn't see it, but he could've sworn his yami was smirking.
Bastard.
(the apple was shiny and red, and Ryou had skillz.)
by T.I.B.E.-sway- completed 3.19.07
Eheh. Crack. This was pure and utter random fun. Bite me. Did you know that spellchecker wants to substitute 'yami' with 'yams'? That would be the coolest freaking typo ever. The Yam smirked. ;D hawtness. XD. This thing is freaking short...
Now to go finish my ballet!Anzu fic. :D