Gaaaaah. a little teaser, from the middle of a nice long oneshot i've got in the works. it's dg/glitch, of course! i should have it up by next monday at latest. for now...any and all input absolutely appreciated! (i think there's some ooc-ness)

i don't own tin man, DG, or -gasp- Glitch. although he was on my christmas list.

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Glitch smiled, grinned, would've jumped up and down on the spot flailing his arms if she hadn't raised an eyebrow, put a restraining hand on his bicep. Flailing, yes, that word was perfectly suited to describe what his heart was doing, the spaztic conniption it was having, tremors wracking through him as he unsteadily gulped for air.

Oh, my. But when she gave him that dazzlingly brilliant smile, shrugged her shoulders and ducked her head like that to hide a creeping blush—poor glitch's synapses didn't misfire, they spontaneously combusted, went off in fireworks. The way DG made him feel should have been illegal, it really should have been, because there was no telling what it was going to make him do.

Fireworks, millions of them, snapping and crackling and popping and oh! Glitch was about to explode.

Mouth open in an awestruck 'o,' he blinked and couldn't help feeling like a fish out of water. A fish suffering from mind altering substances and hallucinating such terribly wonderful things that it didn't even care it couldn't breathe. And because his synapses had just poofed and gone up in a fireworks display, all glitch could do was blink. And so he did.

DG, unaware of the fireworks scorching her poor friend's skull, smiled broadly at his expression…and stifled a laugh. She giggled, then, very much amused by Glitch's reaction as she gave him a hug, standing on tip-toe to peck him tenderly on the cheek.

"Um…DG?" Shakily he hugged her back, wrapping one tentative arm around her waist and gazing fondly at the top of her head. "Did--did you mean to say you, like me like me?"

The woman in his arms began to tremble, and Glitch stepped back in sudden alarm, fear written clearly on his face. This was it! the beginning of the end—oh, stupid, idiot ignoramus Glitch; of course she didn't mean it like that. And he, he had to go and put his stupid foot in his stinking mouth and now, now surely she'd never look at him again—

"Ah," he pronounced in mortification. DG had been laughing…at him? He didn't remember making a joke. He supposed DG could've been laughing with him, which was strange, considering Glitch had to laugh for DG to laugh with him, didn't he? She'd been shaking a moment ago, however, and something absolutely hilarious must've occurred to cheer her up so quickly. Unless…she'd been shaking from laughter? That made sense. Yet he still didn't know why she'd been laughing. What was going on? Groaning internally, glitch resolved to see about getting the remains of his brain reinstated…thinking was beginning to drive him absolutely mad.

"You look like a deer caught in headlights, Glitch," DG chastised, stepping forward and enveloping his hand with two of her own. Puzzled by the phrase, Glitch frowned, earlier concerns momentarily forgotten.

"Headlights?"

"Oh, never mind," she murmured, focused intently on his face, looking for something he supposed. What was she trying to find there? At first the attention made Glitch uncomfortable, all the emotion in DG's eyes lancing straight through his to his very core. Unsettling, until he became aware of the detail in her irises, the chiseled high cheekbones and curve of her jaw…

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Cliffhanger! Mwap 8D

this wrote itself with none of my input

with some help from the Caesars and their song 'jerk it out'

did it suck?