Eyebrows
By Water/Air
I don't own FLCL or any of its characters. This is a super-short fic, or a drabble if that is what it is called.
He really wanted to grow up but stuff kept holding him back like his memories of a certain space-bound girl on a Vespa. "Childhood memories," he muttered before looking up at the sky again.
He really wondered if he could go back though and relive it all. Try and be a kid again but he realized that he cared too much about his appearance. Then he saw Mabase in the distance.
Someone else swung the bat.
"I hate baseball."