AN: hey! This is just a crack to keep me occupied while I wait for inspiration for my other story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the DGM characters. Or their likenesses. The flying cookies, though, I do own.
~In the Black Order Kitchen~
"LAVI! What are you doing in my kitchen?" cried the head chief of the Black Order, Jerry.
"I was just, uh, trying to, um, get your cake recipe?" Lavi, the read headed, eye patch wearing exorcist replied timidly.
"A likely story! Out! Get out of my kitchen! I remember what happened last year!"
"But I thought Yuu liked spicy food," Lavi whimpered as he scrambled to get out of range of Jerry's flying pans. Once out of Jerry's range of vision, Lavi grinned at a job well done, and disposed of the small sack of now empty liquor bottles.
~Black Oder Cafeteria: Lunch~
"Here you go Allen sweetie, I got your food made early," Jerry gushed at the young white haired exorcist.
"Wow! Thanks Jerry! But I'm not really all that hungry today…" Allen said while studying his shoes intently.
"WHAT? What's wrong, sweetie? Are you feeling ill?" said the cook as he attempted to feel the young man's forehead to see if he had a fever.
"No, no, Jerry. It was just a joke for April Fools," the young man said apologetically. After a few stern words from the chief, the hungry teen found an empty seat to eat at. He was halfway through inhaling his food when one of his friends came to sit with him.
"So how's the food today, Moyashi-chan?"
"Damn it, Lavi! I told you not to call me that!" Allen exclaimed, trying his utmost not to hit his 'friend'. "Now that you mention it though, it does taste a little off today…"
~Black Order Halls: After Lunch~
"An I told 'im," Allen said, in a very slurred voice, "I'm no' gonna pay 'is debts anymore… *hic*. Ya know wha he did? He stuck me wit more debts tha' night!"
"That's nice, Allen…" muttered Lavi, while he helped his tipsy friend to his room. They had almost made it up the stairs when there was an accident. Allen, who had removed himself from Lavi's supporting shoulder, had started waving his hands around, screaming about his Master's debts. Overbalancing, Allen tumbled back down the stairs that Lavi had worked so hard to get him up. Upon reaching the bottom, Allen smacked his head on a granite pillar.
"ALLEN!"
(END)
AN: Alrighty then. I'm not sure if I really want to write this, mostly cause NO ONE COMMENTS! So, leave a review if you want to read the real crack part. Leave a review if you think I'm an insane psychopath who should be locked up, along with a name, number, and address, and I'll show you how insane I can really be~. I swear I'm not a creeper!