Title: Small Things
Fandom: Diablo
Pairing: N/A.
Warning: Senseless drabble; cursing.
Summary: Never mess with a Rogue, especially when you set yourself up for a humorous retort.
Notes: I posted this a while ago on my LiveJournal. I decided to post it here to show that I am alive and well, just working through a slight writers block. I do hope you all enjoy this humorous little bit.
Dedication: all the fans of Neglected.
Drabble
"Necromancer," she hissed as she gripped the thin bones of the prison she was captured in. She narrowed her eyes at the smug look on the male's face, while he crossed his arms against his chest.
"What?"
She growled, "Why are you such an ass?"
"why are you such a irrational bitch," he retorted. His green orbs watched as the girl placed her hands on her hips, glaring darkly at him. He only grinned as he believed that he had honestly won their fight.
"At least I'm not Tyrael's bitch."
He growled lowly and sent her a death glare, his grin had certainly disappeared at this point. "Suck me, Rogue."
Flavie found herself grinning like a sly fox, "I choke on small things."