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Author's notes: I'm taking a temporary break from my saga to bring you a short DT piece.
Stupid Stuff
by CierraK
Connor was kicking his soccer ball around the nearly deserted Hayley's Cyberspace. "And he kicks... and he scores!"
"Would you so not do that?" Kira groused, strumming her guitar.
"Only if you stop writing songs about Trent," Connor snapped. "I swear, I don't see what you see in that guy! He pounds us to pieces every Saturday!"
"But... he's cute," Kira protested. "And besides, he's possessed. You don't see Dr. O complaining about that!"
"That's because Dr. O is currently in amber," Ethan said, not looking up from his computer. He'd become involved in one of his games, and the other two didn't even know that he'd been paying attention. Maybe he was the kind of guy who had intelligent conversations in his sleep.
"That is so not Trent's fault! When he's morphed, he's not himself." Kira went back to strumming her guitar, but at least she stopped singing about tortured strangers in white. Instead, her song seemed to revolve around people named Kaido, Mari, and Yuji.
"Right," Connor grumbled. He swore that in a million years, he would never understand girls.
"Hey, Kira, did you borrow some of my DVDs?" Ethan called, still intent on his game.
Kira sighed. "Yeah, and watched some stuff off Hayley's satellite. It's for that science fiction convention. They're paying me to sing!" She smiled at that. "Finally, the chance to be a serious singer...."
"Right," Connor said, disbelieving. He shook his head, using two of the chairs as a goal. As the ball soared across the room, he resolved to ignore the two behind him. His sanity would thank him for it.
Author's notes: I'm taking a temporary break from my saga to bring you a short DT piece.
Stupid Stuff
by CierraK
Connor was kicking his soccer ball around the nearly deserted Hayley's Cyberspace. "And he kicks... and he scores!"
"Would you so not do that?" Kira groused, strumming her guitar.
"Only if you stop writing songs about Trent," Connor snapped. "I swear, I don't see what you see in that guy! He pounds us to pieces every Saturday!"
"But... he's cute," Kira protested. "And besides, he's possessed. You don't see Dr. O complaining about that!"
"That's because Dr. O is currently in amber," Ethan said, not looking up from his computer. He'd become involved in one of his games, and the other two didn't even know that he'd been paying attention. Maybe he was the kind of guy who had intelligent conversations in his sleep.
"That is so not Trent's fault! When he's morphed, he's not himself." Kira went back to strumming her guitar, but at least she stopped singing about tortured strangers in white. Instead, her song seemed to revolve around people named Kaido, Mari, and Yuji.
"Right," Connor grumbled. He swore that in a million years, he would never understand girls.
"Hey, Kira, did you borrow some of my DVDs?" Ethan called, still intent on his game.
Kira sighed. "Yeah, and watched some stuff off Hayley's satellite. It's for that science fiction convention. They're paying me to sing!" She smiled at that. "Finally, the chance to be a serious singer...."
"Right," Connor said, disbelieving. He shook his head, using two of the chairs as a goal. As the ball soared across the room, he resolved to ignore the two behind him. His sanity would thank him for it.
