Genre – General/Sleep Deprived Rambling

Format – 3rd person personal

Couplings – Seth/Ryan?

Warnings – mild slash? I dunno, it's not there if you don't read into it, also…

Other – This is a DRABBLE, don't read if you get pissed off at 100 word fics. Oh yeah, also written at 3.30am so genuinely was a sleep deprived rambling. Fucking coursework… also can be seen as an accompany piece to Garbled Inconsistent

Summary – Seth stays up one night to rhyme things

Rhymes

Seth never considered himself a lyricist, but sometimes he liked to doodle rhymes on a pad of paper alongside his sketches. They made good character names; The Bitter Critter, the I-Spy. At 3.30am Seth wasn't qualified to give an objective opinion on these.

Ryan rhymed with iron which is what Seth loved about him, that he was the kid from Chino who was tough and made of metal, and that Seth was the only one who could melt him.

It was all very stealth.

Seth believed that rhymes could represent you, fill you, that they could be you.

What did Seth rhyme with?

Death…

Fin