Middle of the Summer
Chapter: 10
Title: Black Bird Pie
Fiction Rated: R for language, mature themes, adult humour and just stuff that tiny little people should not be reading about.
Disclaimer: I own only the characters that I create, and have no desire to kidnap those which I do not. I haven't the time (or the money) to organize such an event. Yu-Gi-Oh! Is credited to its respective owner— Takahashi Kazuki, I am simply borrowing his creations to carry out my biddings. Any songs that are mentioned in the duration of this story belong to (unless otherwise stated) the original composers. So ch'yeah! Keep your lawsuits in your pocket!
Summary: The two of them were nothing alike, and would probably have never become involved in each other's lives by choice. However, Mokuba's aspirations forced them to put up with each other, and much to their dismay- even enjoy it from time-to-time. (A Seto/OC fic.)
Note: Sorry it's so long, it just wouldn't stop being written. Asshole chapter...
Seto Kaiba stared blankly at his computer screen, blinking slowly as he tried to comprehend the information in front of him. Focus seemed like an impossible fantasy at the moment, he realized, rereading the first paragraph of the report for what was probably the third time that afternoon. Growling he shut his eyes on the brightly lit computer screen feeling them burn uncomfortably, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
The first thing he had done that morning was call on his personal assistant to research all he could about Lancifer Shvakova, Ali's brother. He had found himself thinking lately about the situation Ali was in with the recent declaration of her brother's alleged death. Since then his head had been somewhere else, no he wasn't mulling over every detail of the Russian girl or her twin brother, but his concentration had faltered.
Sighing, the brunette glanced at the large silver clock on his office wall, it was nearly one o'clock, and he had yet to produce any evidence that he had even bothered to enter the office that day. Not that it mattered too much, he didn't have anyone to answer to but himself, and none of employees would dare ever question their sharp-tempered boss.
A loud beeped interrupted his thoughtless silence as the intercom on his desk begged for attention. Removing his hands from his face the CEO pressed the button on the small speaker box.
"What?" he snapped, not because he was in a particularly bad mood but because subconsciously he felt that he should compensate for his lack of progress by being especially demanding with his employees.
"Mr. Kaiba, will you be leaving for lunch this afternoon?" the smooth voice of his secretary questioned, she had long since learned not to be put off by the nineteen-year-old's sharp words.
The brunette stared intercom, he never took lunch, surely his own secretary knew that.
And even so, why would she bother asking?
"No, Sherri."
After his answer there was no speaking from the woman and Seto turned back to the computer screen and narrowing his eyes in attempt to comprehend each individual word. He heard the door of his office open, and assumed it was Sherri bringing him some sort of nourishment as she often did, not that he ever ate any of the food she offered him. The woman was just overly-concerned about him, and if she wasn't so good at her job he would have gotten rid of her for it.
Ignoring the sound of someone stepping into his office Seto did his best to look like he was concentrating on the words on the screen, Sherri would probably just set the food on his desk and leave like usual.
"Wow this place is like the size of my whole apartment!"
Seto grimaced at the voice, right when he had thought his office was the one place he could escape the insane blonde she had managed to wriggle her way in and pollute that also.
Blue eyes snapped up from the screen and stared at the awe-struck Russian standing in the center of his office. She was wearing a pair of white knee-length shorts and a black wife-beater; around her thin blonde hair she had tied a powder-blue bandana.
"What are you doing here Aldorina?" Seto asked making sure that his voice expressed the distaste he felt towards her. Instantly snapping out of her shocked state the girl sauntered towards him standing directly opposite where he sat behind his desk.
"I thought we needed some bonding time so I decided to extend and invitation to you to join me for a luncheon." Ali said her voice sounded over-dramatic and ridiculous.
"No. And how did you even get in here?" the brunette asked shortly. His secretary never let anyone in without asking his permission first.
"She's a romantic. I told her I was going to sweep you away for a lovely meal so that we could discuss our future children."
"… excuse me?"
"Oh yeah, I also told that you're madly in love with me."
"Get out." Seto demanded rolling his eyes when the blonde ignored his order and moved around the desk to stand over his shoulder.
"Whatchya doin'?" she asked glancing at the computer screen scrunching her nose up at the complicated wording and references.
"None of your business, remove yourself from my office." The brunette snapped irritatedly, he was beginning to rethink keeping Sherri as his secretary.
"Oh come on." Ali whined. "All of my friends are busy and I'm hungry. Take that stick out of your ass for like one minute and eat lunch with me." She said, her voice taking on a slightly threatening tone. She pulled herself up to sit on the large oak desk kicking her feet lightly, it reminded him of something Mokuba did often.
"No."
"Fine then I guess I'll just stay here and hang out." The girl stated matter-of-factly. She jumped off the desk and approached the dark leather love-seat near the door throwing herself down on it and fixing her brown eyes on the CEO.
Seto made a point to ignore the Russian and return to attempting to read the facts on his computer screen, though he could feel her eyes still on him. Studying him. Really bothering him.
"Six foot two, eyes are blue… coochi-coochi-coochi coo." The girl recited in a sing-sing voice, giving up on ignoring her, the brunette let his eyes snap to Ali.
"What?"
"I'm writing a song about you." The Russian said proudly, grinning ridiculously at him. "There are twenty-two verses, if you want I could sing them all. It's a pretty good song, I'm thinkin' it could be my masterpiece."
"If I put food in your mouth will you be quiet?" the brunette asked, sounding dangerously ticked-off.
"Ah, and he finally catches on." Ali said standing from the couch. "I'm craving food-court food. Let's go to mall." She decided watching Seto stand and following her out of the room.
As they made their way to the elevator the CEO made sure to send an especially piercing glare at his secretary who only smiled victoriously, having no idea that his relationship with Ali was anything but romantic.
"You're lazy." The blonde said as the two sat in the back of Seto's limousine on their way to the Domino mall. "I mean how hard is it to drive yourself from place-to-place? Not that hard, I would think… then again I don't have my license." She babbled on staring out the tinted-glass window.
"You don't have a license?" Seto asked, slightly surprised. At eighteen most teens were driving themselves around, or wishing they could afford car, but very few completely lacked a license.
"Dude, the thought of operating a motorized vehicle is enough to keep me away from the DMV." She said, shaking her head. Seto mentally agreed the thought of her driving public streets would keep him off the road at all costs.
The intercom connecting the driver to the passengers bleeped on and the driver's voice interrupted the silence that had finally fallen over the two teens.
"Mr. Kaiba, we have arrived. Shall I wait outside?"
"No. I'll call you to come get us." The brunette replied opening his door and stepping into the busy parking lot, grimacing as the sound of cars and people assaulted his ears. Not bothering with her own door Ali climbed out behind him, gently shoving him out of the way as she made her way to the front doors of the large building.
Seto frowned as the blonde beckoned him to follow her, but closed the car door and stepped forward anyway.
"So what do you want to eat?" the Russian girl asked once they came into view of the huge food court. The CEO had never been to a mall food court, and had no intention of eating the food. So he remained silent as Ali approached a booth and ordered French fries. Seto ordered a bottle of water, and paid before following the girl to a table for two in the center of the huge hall.
As he walked he could feel the eyes of many people following him, no doubt shocked to see the almighty Seto Kaiba in such a public place doing something perceivably… normal. The nineteen-year-old noticed that Ali was either oblivious to the stares or extremely good at pretending that she didn't notice.
"You're going to die." She said suddenly once he sat down across from her.
"What?"
Ali motioned at the bottle of water in the CEO's hand and frowned through a mouthful of the fries.
"Just because I don't eat mass amounts of disgusting food doesn't warrant my death." He stated boredly sipping from the water and sending glares to a few close strangers who were very clearly eavesdropping.
"Whatever." The Russian mumbled stuffing more of the greasy defiled potatoes into her mouth and pulling out the cell phone he had sent her the day before. "No one ever calls me." She whined swallowing the food and sliding open the cell.
"Did you give anyone your new number?" Seto asked rolling his eyes.
"No, why would I do that?"
"No one is going to call you if they don't have your number."
"Oh!"
The brunette frowned at the girl's stupidity, or was it ignorance? Either way he found it extremely annoying. After a few moment of silence Ali had finished inhaling her food and stared at Seto who was texting his office on his BlackBerry.
"I have to tell you something, I sort of lied, I didn't really want top eat lunch with you." She said slowly, studying the older boy's face for any indication that he was angry. Glancing up from his work Seto narrowed his blue eyes suspiciously.
"What do you want, then?"
"Well… Mokuba's birthday is November 23rd, which is in two days. I was hoping you could help me with a gift." Seto noticed that she seemed calmer than usual and her eyes were focused on him. Rolling his eyes the brunette removed his wallet from the pocket of his white trench coat.
"How much do you want?" he asked, hoping that if he threw some money at the blonde she would leave him alone for the remainder of the day.
"What? No! You're a fucking moron!" she exclaimed, returning to her usual profane, less-than-calm self. "I meant help me pick it out, retard." She grumbled looking around and noticing several people gawking. "Seto put the damn wallet away before people start thinking I'm a hooker."
Seto blinked in surprise before slipping the wallet back out of sight. Why did she want him to help her with a gift?
"What did you have in mind?" the brunette asked slowly, making sure to keep his face as devoid of emotion as possible, lest the psychotic girl in front of him suddenly say something ridiculous… again.
"I dunno, you're his brother that's why I need your help, and keep in mind that I'm slightly less fortunate than you when it comes to cash." Ali explained standing up quickly and stumbling, she grabbed the back of her chair for balance cursing under her breath. "Uh… Seto."
The brunette fixed his eyes on her, her eyes were glazed over and she was swaying slightly looking dizzy and disoriented.
"Could you go in my bag and grab my pen, er… my needle."
Although Seto didn't want to touch the black canvas bag that she lugged everywhere with her, he wanted even less to be seen in the middle of a mall with an unconscious girl as company so reaching over he peered into the bag.
Garbage, the majority of its contents were crumpled up papers and other pieces of garbage. Frowning he sifted though the loose sheets of paper until his fingers rested on the insulin needle. As he looked up to hand the thing to Ali he noticed that she was grinning stupidly, her eyes extremely out of focus.
"Aldorina?"
Suddenly the younger teen burst out laughing, letting go of the chair and immediately falling to the ground, all the while chuckling about God-knows-what. (1)
"What in the Hell…" Seto mumbled watching and trying to recall what he could about diabetes. He assumed the blonde's blood sugar was extremely low, which probably meant she wasn't taking her insulin properly on her own, growling he grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto the chair shoving the needle into her shaking hands.
Brown eyes tried to focus on the object, but failed dropping it to the ground and she laughed again gazing up at Seto. "You're funny when you're annoyed." She babbled grinning goofily, reaching up to yank on a strand of the shiny chestnut hair.
The CEO bent to retrieve the fallen medication. "Hold still." He growled a hint of warning in his voice. This was the last thing he had planned on happening that day, when he had woken up and headed off to work.
After sending glares to onlookers who immediately returned to their own conversations, Seto shook the pen making sure it was loaded and there were no air bubbles. Groaning inwardly he moved a hand to lift the hem of Ali's black wife beater.
The blonde giggled as his long fingers brushed the skin of her abdomen while he tried to recall where she had injected herself the previous night in his dining room. It had been on the side of her hip, right?
Moving the extra material out of the way he noticed a small tattoo on the left side of her pelvis, he recognized it as the Russian word for 'twins'. Not thinking much about it, in an attempt to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, Seto stuck her with the needle pressing the release button on the top and watching as the fluid drained into Ali's blood stream.
Once he was finished the CEO set the needle back on the table and seated himself across from the eighteen-year-old blonde waiting for her blood sugar to even itself out. As he did so he watched Ali bob her head to the sound of music only she seemed to hear and listened to her sing off-key in a mixture of languages, seemingly unable to decide on whether the lyrics were in English, Russian or Spanish.
After several minutes, and about ten million glares to confused people watching the scene Ali had calmed down and was staring at Seto with a look of embarrassment.
"Uh… sorry, I forgot to take my insulin this morning and that was my first meal… my bad."
Seto was debating on whether or not to respond when a few familiar voices wandered to his ears.
"Hey, isn't that Kaiba?"
"No way, moneybags wouldn't be caught dead in a mall."
Blue eyes scanned the hall until they rested on a group of teens who had just entered the food court; he immediately recognized them as Tea Gardener, Yugi Mouto, Joey Wheeler and that other brunette who Seto had never bothered to become acquainted with.
Following Seto's gaze Ali noticed the group of teens currently looking towards them. She gasped, "Holy crap! Are those your friends? Do you have friends?" she wondered in shock.
The brunette rolled his eyes wondering if he had been better off with the dazed, babbling Ali. "No."
"No what? No they aren't your friends? Or… no you don't have friends?"
Silence.
"Fine I'll go figure it out on my own."
Before Seto could protest the Russian had hopped up and was sauntering towards Yugi and his friends, who seemed very confused.
"Hi." Ali smirked at the group of teens, studying each of them. They greeted her with scattered 'hellos' clearly unsure who she was, why they had seen her with Kaiba, or why she was now speaking with them. "I'm Ali, are you Seto's friends?"
"Friends?! He's callin' us his friends?! Well I missed that memo." Joey exclaimed glaring at Seto who had finally decided to get up and was making his way towards Ali and the teens. He immediately regretted ever having left his office.
Scratch that.
He regretted ever letting Ali take on tutoring Mokuba, not one good thing had happened to him around the psychotic girl.
"Who are you?" the blonde asked Joey who was still glowering in Seto's direction. Immediately he looked at Ali, taking in her scruffy appearance, but with much less resentment than the older Kaiba.
"I'm Joey." He grinned at her. "And that's Tristan, and she's Tea and the shorter guy is Yugi Mouto." He announced, dropping Yugi's name as if it would make him seem cooler. You had to be cool to hang out with the Duel Monster's world champion, right?
Unfortunately, Ali's recognized the name not from its title, but because he had been the boy on the phone for Seto that day when she had given a very false explanation of her… relations with the CEO.
Noticing the light blush on Yugi's cheeks it was obvious that he had recognized her voice as well, his eyes seemed able to rest anywhere but on her. The blonde decided to try and make the situation less awkward.
"Yugi Mouto! Right best duelist in the world!"
She was never good at making things less awkward.
Immediately Seto sent an icy glare at her, and Yugi looked like he would die of embarrassment. "Well… Seto's is very good as well." He muttered in the hopes that a fight wouldn't ensue between Seto and Joey as often happened in these situations.
"No way Yug! You're the best and everyone knows it." Joey said, meeting the brunette's eyes with a challenging glare.
"Need a muzzle, mutt?"
Ali's jaw dropped as she turned to Seto. It was the first time she had heard him talk to anyone (save herself) so viciously. But upon closer inspection she realized that the nineteen-year-old was in fact… smirking. Sure it was an ego-maniacal smirk, and not a smile but still, it seemed like more than she had ever been really offered.
"Sure, muzzle me up! I'll escape while you're special ordering the muzzle from Milan." Joey retorted, his posture suggesting that he was ready for a full on battle.
The rest of the teens only watched timidly as Joey and Seto glared angrily at each other, Joey with a defensive look on his face and Seto never loosing that self-satisfied smirk. Finally the silence became too overwhelming for Ali and she had to speak.
"LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!" she screamed dramatically, succeeding in getting the attention of not only the teens around her but everyone within a forty-foot radius. (2)
Immediately Joey bent over laughing, Tristan joining him while Tea and Yugi smiled, leaving Seto as the only one who didn't understand what was going on. Ali only stared bewildered as she was laughed at.
"That… wasn't even that funny." She said slowly, before looking up at the CEO and smiling widely. "I love these guys!"
"So what are you doing here… together? Shouldn't you be at work, Kaiba?" Tea asked offering a friendly smile to both the blonde and Seto.
"Birthday shopping for Seto's little brother." Ali said quickly, still smiling.
"It's Mokuba's birthday?" This time it was Tristan who had spoken, for the first time since Ali had approached them.
"In two days." The Russian explained, holding up two fingers to accentuate her point.
"Oh, well we're going to have lunch, we'll leave you guys to do that." Tea said, stepping towards the several food booths and tables that Seto and Ali had just left from.
The blonde nodded, and Seto stared indifferently at… well, nothing in particular.
"Well I hope I'll see you around soon, er—wait!" Ali stopped talking pulling out her cell phone. "I'm supposed to tell you my phone number so that you'll know it!"
Seto rolled his eyes, it seemed like she had come straight out of the dark ages with no real concept of how to work anything invented in the past hundred years, save electric instruments.
Joey also removed his own phone from his pocket flipping it open and eagerly waiting for Ali to relay the information to him. After a few moments of silence the American boy spoke. "You were about to give me your number…?"
Ali stared at her own phone before looking back towards Seto. "How do I know what my number is?"
The brunette almost faltered, his lips loosening as he fought off the urge to let his entire jaw fall slack. "You are so pathetic." He murmured taking out his own BlackBerry to look up her phone number.
He relayed the number to Joey, who eagerly added it to his phonebook, before saying his goodbyes and following the rest of his friends towards the food court.
Halfway down the hall Ali looked back over her shoulder to where the blonde boy was sitting with his friends.
"Now there goes someone I would like to screw."
"Do you think before you talk?"
"Negative, sir."
Seto rolled his eyes, though it didn't one bit surprise him that the Russian had taken an interest in the mutt, they seemed like two halves of a rotten peach.
"So what are you getting for Mokuba? Twelve is a pretty important age, I mean when I was twelve I got my very first criminal charge." She gloated as they passed several clothing stores. "Not that I think Mokie would steal a car."
"I thought you were afraid to drive."
"I didn't drive it."
"How did you steal a car, without driving it?"
"I took it apart piece-by-piece. It took me all night, bit it was so funny!" Ali laughed shaking her head at the memory. "But really, what are you getting him?"
Seto shrugged, his gifts to his brother were usually extravagant and expensive but it seemed that Mokuba grew bored of them within a few weeks. Truthfully he hadn't even decided on what he would buy for Mokuba this year, and seeing as there were only two days left it was unusual for him to be so far behind.
Suddenly he realized that Ali was smirking at him, it wasn't that so much as the mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes that made him ask…
"What?"
"I know what we should get him."
Seto narrowed his eyes. "We are not getting him anything. You are his teacher; you shouldn't even be so involved in his life. Most eighteen-year-old girls don't spend their time obsessing over eleven-year-old boys."
"Jesus, calm down. I'm not going to rape your kid brother, I just though it would be nice if we… never mind, you don't care."
Of course, the moment she suddenly didn't want to tell him, the CEO suddenly wanted to know, silently cursing his control-freak ways he frowned.
"What?"
"Nope, you rejected the idea. Now poor dejected me is just going to slink off into the shadows and cry. Cry giant tears of sadness and…"
"And?"
"I'm sorry I totally forgot what we were talking about."
Seto rolled his eyes. Yep, defiantly perfect for the mutt.
"Because of that!" Ali's jaw was slack as she pointed at the front window of a nearby store. Seto turned to follow her finger, expecting to see some sort of musical instrument or some sort of tool that would assist someone in committing a crime.
But when he laid his eyes on what exactly the blonde was pointing at he immediately cursed himself for believing that she was predictable.
"No." the words flew out of his mouth the second he registered what he was looking at. Behind the glass was a massive painting of a red-haired woman wearing extremely kinky-looking lingerie, leaning up against a car provocatively, fashioned to be a picture in the style of early pinup girls.
"What? Why not?" she sounded shocked as she tilted her head up to meet Seto's eyes. "He's turning twelve, which means puberty soon! He'll totally thank you!"
The CEO didn't know how to react; he was trained for business disasters not walking, breathing, thinking disasters. "I don't have enough time to tell you why not."
"Killjoy…" Ali muttered, stepping forward to enter the art store. "Well let's start in here anyway."
The store was warm and smoke from burning incense stung the older teen's nose as he followed behind the Russian. The walls were covered with paintings of all sorts, as well as shelves full of artistic knick-knacks. Immediately Ali disappeared behind the shelves leaving Seto to glance over things on his own.
Seto studied a large sculpture of a Blue Eyes White Dragon throwing its head back, mouth open as if in a ferocious scream, it was extremely realistic and beautifully fashioned. He scanned the room for a sign of the shop owner, deciding that he would buy the sculpture for his home study but his search was interrupted when he heard Ali squeak in excitement.
"Seto." She said loudly. "Come see this!"
"Where are you?"
"Follow my voice…" the girl said, imitating a ghosts voice.
"Where are you?"
"I'm behind the big red cabinet, loser."
Seto frowned, but looked for a large red cabinet nevertheless, noticing it only a few meters away from him the nineteen-year-old stepped around it and spotted Ali staring up at something on the wall.
"What do you want?" he asked coldly, letting his eyes follow hers. On the wall was another painting, however this one was much, much more simple… and less inappropriate.
A huge mahogany frame held a plain black canvas, in the center of the canvas painted in dull gold paint was the kanji symbol for 'brother', it was relatively small in comparison to the canvas, but extremely noticeable against the black background.
It was simple. It was meaningful. It was perfect. And Seto hated the blonde for being the one to find it.
"What do you think?" she breathed finally. "It's so… right."
"It's decent."
Ali rolled her brown eyes. "You're such a glacier."
"May I help you?" an annoyed woman's voice spoke from behind the two. Turning both teens studied the woman, she was in her mid-forties, wearing far too much makeup and dressed like she was still in the early twenties. Clearly she was unimpressed by the two teens in her store, her eyes fixed distrustfully on Ali's scruffy outfit and the black bag she was carrying. "There are security cameras in here, so don't try anything." She warned.
"What the fuck, you bitch! We were just admiring this pain--"
"I will take this." Seto stated cutting off the enraged Russian, and motioning back at the painting.
The woman looked annoyed; Ali noticed that she seemed to be the only person so far who didn't recognize Seto.
"Honey, that's a twenty-two hundred dollar painting." She said mockingly, placing her hands on her hips. Seto ignored her.
"Also, I would like the blue eyes sculpture near the front." He said tonelessly. "I will need both delivered tomorrow morning to this address." He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to the woman who suddenly looked shocked when she saw the name on the card.
"Oh! I had no idea you were Seto Kaiba's son!"
Ali snorted. "He is Seto, so stick that in your mouth and suck it." Sure, she was slightly ashamed at having to hide behind the brunette's reputation, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to get back at the woman.
Seto glanced disapprovingly at the younger girl before continuing. "Should I pay for it all now, or upon delivery?"
"Oh, now is fine Mr. Kaiba." The woman said suddenly in much better spirits, leading the CEO towards the front desk to work out the payment and delivery.
While the two were talking Ali found her way to one of the knick-knack shelves, flitting her fingers across random objects until something caught her eye. It was a small stone with words painted across.
'Sometimes you need to loose something to realize what it is you really need.'
Ali sighed. "Lance…"
"What?"
The blonde whirled around to find her face almost buried in Seto's chest. "I—nothing. I said nothing." She snapped quickly watching Seto's eyes fall on the shelf and a delicate frown etched over his face.
"Are you getting that?"
"Hm?" Ali murmured turning back to the shelf and noticing that hung over the rock was a necklace. A necklace that she hadn't noticed there before. A pendant hung on a black rope; it was silver and shaped like a musical note the words 'Live. Laugh. Love.' Were etched up the note in cursive writing. Carefully the blonde lifted it from the rock.
"How much for this?" she yelled to the shopkeeper who was still at the desk looking over some paperwork, the woman stopped and approached Ali, pushing her glasses up her most as she inspected the necklace.
"Ninety."
"For a necklace?!"
"Honey that is sterling silver, it's not free." The woman taunted. "Are you taking it, or just getting your finger prints all over it?"
Brown eyes rolled as Ali dug into her bag and pulled out a small wad of cash, counting out almost half of it and handing it to the lady. "Could you put it in a gift box or something'?"
The woman nodded taking the necklace and returning a few moments later with a tiny wrapped box. Saying goodbye she watched as the two teens left her store.
"Well that was relatively painless, huh?" Ali grinned punching Seto lightly on the shoulder. The brunette shrugged her away and pulled out his phone which had just beeped loudly. He noticed that he had a message from his secretary.
He was late for a meeting he had called.
Glaring down at the Russian he realized that two hours had passed awfully quickly, and this would be the first time in years he was late for anything, particularly his own meeting. Frowning he watched as she stood waiting for him to call his driver, she was staring at the ground as if it somehow kept the secrets of life.
"What?" she asked noticing his eyes on her and looking up.
"I'm late. Call yourself a cab I don't have time to take you home." The brunette state, turning and walking away from the girl.
She stood stunned for a few moments before opening her mouth.
"Screw you Seto I'm riding in the damn limo! You can't get rid of me that easily!"
And she took off running after the older teen.
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(1) – When diabetic people get 'low' it's kind of like a natural drug, and makes them all fun and retarded.
(2) – Chris Crocker. Big time apologies if you don't get the refrence.
R&R !!
KC.