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Title: Number Eighty-Seven: Food

Summary: Stan tags along shopping and isn't amused. Style

Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC

Couple: StanKyle

Written By: Shino

Inspired By: A picture on DA with Stan sitting in a shopping cart.

Comments: Short and stupid. D:

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Number Eighty-Seven: Food

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Stan looked around bored. "Cummon Kyle. We've been here for, like, twenty minuets and you haven't even put anything in your basket."

Kyle looked back at the whining teen. "Oh, shut up. I need to get stuff for the party tonight and they've moved everything, I can't find what I need."

Sighing dramatically, Stan dragged his feet. He pouted slightly, watching as the other abandoned the cart to search for something on the sleeves. He stared at the cart for a moment before moving to it.

"Here, look I found something," Kyle said a bit triumphantly as he walked back to where he had left the teen and cart. Looking away from his find, he stopped short. "What. . . Are you doing?"

Stan looked up from his spot sitting in the cart. "I'm not walking anymore."

Kyle quirked a brow, "I can see that." He lifted up a bag of chips and waved them about. "But where do I put these?"

"Let me think." Stan looked away and down the isle. "Down there."

Kyle crossed his arms, pretending to be unhindered by the bag. "But I just went and got them. Why would I put them back?"

Lifting a hand, Stan made a 'come hither' motion. "Lean close and I'll tell you."

Kyle complied with a curious smile.

Stan paused and started to say something when he shifted a little and lightly kissed the red-head. "Cause I said so."

"You," Kyle paused, brushing his lips against Stan's lightly. "Put up a very good argument. But," Kyle pulled back, smiling sweetly. "No." Then he promptly tipped the cart over.

Stan gave a shrill cry of surprise and he was left sprawled on the floor. "You're so going to pay for that."

Kyle picked the cart up and dropped his chips inside before looking down and winking at Stan. "I look forward to it."

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D:

Sorry.

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